Good Day/Bad Day

I'll start with the bad day first.  I just realized that on Tuesday I accepted the responsibility of Dusty and me watching a room of 2 year olds in the nursery tomorrow, not realizing that tomorrow is Mother's Day.  I'm so ticked off that they didn't care to mention that to me on the phone, and that I was dumb enough not to realize it.  So now, happy mother's day to me, HERE watch some MORE kids that you don't even KNOW!  I'm so irritated.  I am so terribly not happy about this.  I don't get to hear the Mother's Day sermon.  I don't get to be peaceful for Mother's Day for 2-1/2 hours without kids.  I'm so angry.  It's totally clouding my whole day, which was good.

I'm going to start talking about my good part of the day, and hopefully that will make me less angry.  OK, typing that sentence didn't work.  I just had to pause for a minute to express my anger out loud, yet again.  We went to my in-laws today to have a mother's day day for my mother-in-law because tomorrow I really wanted to just stay at home after church and have it be MY mother's day.  The kids had a pretty good time, but their primary toys were out of commission, so that put a temporary damper on their play.  They did have fun playing inside though.  (Nope...not helping yet.)  Hannah didn't take a nap and was EXHAUSTED.  She fell no less than three times this afternoon, and was just having a rough time.  We were on our way home, and we passed by the Strawberry Festival, which has a carnival.  I mentioned going to Dusty, and he said he was fine with it, so we asked the kids, and they were VERY excited.  It wound up we only had $9 cash, so Dusty had to go across town to the bank and get a little more money, so they kids could actually ride two rides each.  They both rode the carousel,  Hannah rode a mini-roller coaster, and Seth rode a train type ride that just went around in a circle, but he liked it.  Hannah LOVED hers.  We got a bit of fair food, which was good and artery clogging.  The kids had a great time.  First experiences with a port-a-potty.  Seth went in with Dusty to use the urinal, and he was standing up to go.  Now, we usually have him sit down at home because it's just less messy, so he's not accustomed to going standing up, but this was not the first time he has ever done this.  It was, the first time in a port-a-potty though.  Different world altogether.  Dusty was waiting for him to go, and asked why he wasn't going.  Seth said, "Daddy, my potty went away."  They came out and Dusty informed me he hadn't gone.  I asked him why, and he said, "Mommy, my potty got stuck."  Huh.  I know what you mean.  Looks like we have a bladder shy little guy.  :)  Yeah, ok, so that part cheered me up a bit, but only because it removed the blaring focus from the inevitable irritation.


OK, I just looked at facebook.  My perspective has been changed, and my "poor me" outlook has dimmed.  I have a friend whose dad was diagnosed with ALS.  He is going downhill VERY fast.  She is going to lose her dad probably within a year.  Her grandmother just had a stroke.  Her husband will be having brain surgery in the next six months.  Her baby boy, they just found out, has autism.  She is continually saying that God is good in all situations, and I am not sure I would have the same mantra.  I know He is, and I would remember that, but I'm not sure how much I'd believe it.  I mean, if I get this much in an uproar over keeping the nursery on what is just another Sunday that has a name?  Wow.  Pretty petty.  I'll go tomorrow and serve with gladness.  There is some mother out there that needs to be in the service more than I do; someone like my friend.

My husband is asleep on the couch next to me.  Perhaps we'll turn in early tonight.  I have pictures on my phone from tonight, but those will wait for another day.  Thanks for letting me "talk" through my emotions.