It was a day.
A day like no other.
Where so many major things that could go wrong, did go wrong. Or so I thought.
First a neighbor hit my parked car which was parked along the side of our house (not my normal spot) and about 4 inches into the alley. Accidents happen, I get it, I gave him a hug.
Then the police officer stopped by and gave me a ticket for “parking in the alley”. Seriously. And indicated it was my fault that the accident happened. And he proceeded to hand me a ticket, tell me I could pick up the accident report later today, and apologized, while frustrated tears rolled down my cheeks. I hate crying when I’m frustrated, but sometimes it just happens anyway.
I then dropped my car off at the dealership for an estimate and borrowed my mother-in-law (and her car) to drive two hours to a dr appt.
On the way to the appt, a young boy crossed the road running after his Momma. She was about 40 feet ahead of him, plugged into her earphones. I hit the brakes, which thankfully prevented me from hitting him as he proceeded to run ahead of me (ps, I was driving through a green light). As I laid on my horn, in an attempt to alert the Mom, she decided to scream at me. Seriously.
The Dr. appt brought news I didn’t expect, but I guess I’m glad he wants to be so thorough. An MRI is scheduled for next week to see if there’s a reason for the piriformis syndrome/sciatic pain. He’s leaning towards surgery, but I don’t want to go that route yet.
An attempt to get the youngest child a cell phone at AT&T was thwarted as my husband is the primary account holder…even though he doesn’t even use a cell phone. ‘Oh whatever, I’ll do it online’…was my thought. Her birthday isn’t until Oct 7 anyway.
A few stops and we came home. Enough is enough, I’m done.
The car had been delivered with a repair estimate of $4,000.
I’m on my second glass of wine.
And then I see a FB post saying prayers are requested for a friend of mine.
And then I get the message that her son was in a terrible ATV accident on Friday night and she didn’t even know about it until Saturday, after he’d had brain surgery. He’ll be having his jaw wired shut tomorrow for about a month, and his eye socket is fractured. He is doing well now, thank God.
And that’s when I realized that all the crap and frustrations I went through today are nothing.
My babies are healthy. I’m home. I’m safe. My car is just a thing. I can pay the stupid ticket. The little boy is safe. I pray that his Mom will keep him safe from now on. And Gab’s cell phone is just a thing. I have just little things to complain about.
And now I turn my attention to praying for Nate and his Mom and Dad. Lord, please give them all the chance to complain about the little things that can go wrong in their lives.
Amen.
Patty O
A Thankfully Imperfect Woman 