It was Thursday; that means we have a standard play date with some of the other Mommies, nannies and friends who have the day off. We normally meet up at a park in the area, it's super casual. We get there when we get there, we wear whatever is clean (or not too dirty) and we share life together. It's fantastic. Can I begin to tell you how much I treasure these ladies and their sweet babes? Anyhow, for some reason I spearheaded this whole Thursday morning standard so I'm the one that sends out the email about where we'll be meeting. And because I'm a stay at home mom, lets just say I might be a smidge starved for adult interaction sometimes, so I send out these silly emails about what's going on in our lives; how Barrett recently learned that some of his toys float in the dog bowl, stupid jokes from my nanny days that are forever lodged in my brain, antics of our dog who's going through his snotty 'teenage' faze or just random ramblings. Since the only other person in my "office" is 13 months old I have no one to tell said ramblings to, therefore, I must, of course, share them with my poor helpless friends who only want to know where the stinking play date is!... I digress. Clearly you can tell at this point that we didn't make it to playgroup. Barrett decided it was a three nap kind of day, which totally put a wrench in our whole plan. *pop*
Then my phone decides to have issues. I get two voicemails that magically appear and are two days old. Deeligtful, nothing warms my heart more than an afternoon fighting with the verizon people. Braden thinks my operating system is outdated, shouldn't be too big of a deal... until I drop my phone and the screen cracks. *pop*
Crank pot wakes up from his first morning nap and is signing away like crazy that he wants his milk and he wants it now! I grab his least favorite sippy (of course all his favorites are in the dirty dishwasher), spill a bit of milk on his highchair but finally get that poor starving child his drink. The house smells amazing, while he was eating breakfast I made gluten free pumpkin bars. They're still warm from the oven, so I cut us both a slice and tend to the dishes while he has his snack. I swear I'm not turned around for 30 seconds and this child has smeared the two chocolate chips from his pumpkin bar into his hair, behind his neck and all along both thighs. Snack was followed up with a birdbath in the sink and nap number two. *pop*
Nearly once a month Braden heads north to the University area where he catches up with friends over coffee or dinner and gets a haircut; this happened to be that evening. He ended up working in the office until 7, it had been a horrific day on top of all the infrastructure stuff. A small mistake mushroomed into an error that nearly a dozen people had to be worked into fixing it. He was late to dinner, late to his haircut and super late to coffee all while fielding phone calls and sending emails until nearly 11pm. He finally walked in the door at quarter to twelve. *pop*
All in all, I still firmly stand by what I wrote yesterday. God is good all the time. My perspective, the glasses that I see the world through, depends on where my heart is and how I'm responding to circumstances at the time. Regardless of the firecrackers, while tiny in the grand scheme of things, I am charged to respond differently. I should look through His eyes to see the bigger picture.
Today, I was able to do that. Not going to playgroup forced me to conquer the growing number of medical bills that the insurance company and our doctors can't seem to line up about. I've yet to conquer verizon, but cracked phones are why we bought the insurance policy. A chocolate bath will be one of the sweet memories I recall when he's no longer my baby. Braden's trip to University bore SO much fruit. He connected two friends from different worlds, consoled and counseled his Iranian hairdresser and loved on a dear friend that is facing so many challenges.
"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever." Hebrews 13:8
I just have to remember that...
