Dawn of a New Day

Don’t you hate it when you clean out and scrub the kiddie pool like a good mother bear, ridding the watering hole of any harmful bacteria that might harm the little cubs. Only to have one of those little cubs toss a handful of mud in it.

Don’t you hate it when you run out to the trailer for just a sec, both kids in tow (thankfully!) and as soon as you shut the door to the house you realize, completely out of habit you have locked the door…with the keys inside…and now you have to call your husband….and ask him to come home…and this isn’t the first time that you have done this…or the second…or, cringe, maybe even the fifth.

Don’t you hate it when you spend a good share of the afternoon carefully crafting a lovely dinner, proudly incorporating a few of the vegetables you just harvested from your garden only to have to force every single member of your family to choke down even a taste of your Cauliflower Gratin and the Romaine lettuce in the salad is so horribly bitter you can’t even talk yourself into choking it down. And then, just for kicks, you burn the chicken. All of which you get to carefully scrape into the garbage can.

Don’t you hate it when you carefully collect all the items necessary to properly wash your car – soap, bucket, drying towels – so as not to tread back into the house, on your perfectly clean floors, with wet and dirty feet to gather forgotten items but while you are washing your car the kiddos decide to “wash” your drying towels.

Don’t you hate it when you have an incredibly sweet moment with God and in that moment you are able to relinquish some of your biggest questions about your future to Him and one day later He asks you to do something that – to quote Dr. Seuss – scares you right out of your pants.

Of course there are far worse things going on in the world, but from my little corner, it’s been quite a week. A week where nothing goes quite as planned. A week with detours and sharp curves. A week demanding patience, Plan B and the ability to go with the flow. And, let me tell you, going with the flow isn’t exactly my strong suit, just ask the savior of a locksmith that I am married to.

But, thankfully, tomorrow is Sunday. A new day, a new week. Better dinners and a car that’s already clean. How bad can it be?