The trickle down effect
You know when the faucet is turned on just a trickle it drips downward until there is a little puddle. Once the puddle forms it begins to splash a bit around the sides of the sink. Then after awhile that puddle becomes more than a puddle. Over time it certainly will spill out but it does take a very long time. Well, that was my day today. Never was there anything earth shattering to make you go "Oh wow that is awful." No, instead it was one small frustration after another that accumulated into a pretty big puddle spilling over to those around me and even my two daughters too. Man I could kick myself for not remembering that basic notion. Life spills onto everyone around you and you chose every moment of every day whether or not you will be light or dark. *Sigh*
First we must start with the fact that my van (the only vehicle that holds my whole family together breaks leaving me stranded with the crew on the side of the hwy in 100 degree weather). This being said also means I will be driving the little pickup truck which has no a/c and a slipping transmission to work in the morning.
Let the story now begin...
My day began bright and unusually early at 5am. You see one of my 3 part time jobs is as a Fire/EMS 911 dispatcher. The full time people work 12 hour shifts from 6 to 6 so this particular day I was filling in for the day shift. Getting up is typically easy whether tired or not, today rang true. I opted to curl my hair at work and leave early enough to make a Mobil on the Run stop for a 50cent coffee. First little problem was I couldn't find any cash and had to dug deep for the coins to pay. Not too shaken I trekked on to work. In the door on time I logged in wrong at first. Again no biggie and I was ready promptly at 6am like expected. But then a couple hours in I make a clerical mistake. Annoyed with my error I still keep going. Next another clerical error making my times well above required (30 sec to Que or basically ready to be dispatched is max allowed). A few more frustrating callers later and a mapping struggle. Grrrrr! Now all these little bits are beginning to make my puddle.
In between calls I attempt to write preschool lesson plans and the splashing the sink now interrupts the flow and I am stumped. Dad who is my experienced and knowledgeable mechanic is having surgery today. In between he kindly helps talk hubby through some troubleshooting which lands us with an uncertain reason for the break. God having a plan I am sure knew that I only had to worry about the crew of 6 on this day otherwise it is the original 4 the remainder of the week. There is a vehicle to drive that can at least carry that amount.
Next my determined soul pushed past all of the above and did get lessons done by 515 pm basically just in the nick of time. BUT, then a missed crucial appt by hubby and Annabeth pushes me completely (the metaphorical water) over the edge of the sink. I yell at husband then we hang up. I argue with childless coworker who tries wrongly to tell me what perspective to have on the missed appt minus a complete understanding of the complexity of the issue.
For a moment I seem to breathe through it when I first meet up with husband to switch cars to the one with A/C but that is short lived when he pulls out too quickly and leaves with something I need. Attempting to release some of this pent up stress I want to go for a run but it is 103 degrees out still and that proves too difficult to fill my lungs in the hot air. The something he took off with was my music and Pandora while ok is tough to run too. Sigh, there was a split moment when my brain stopped thinking and my body took over. In that moment I was able to see the resemblance of the open field nearby which to the one in TN just a few short weeks ago. It was there I could close my eyes and actually feel God's presence with me. Bam, a semi comes in the lane closest to the shoulder and snaps me back to the cold hard world. Doesn't it all sound silly right? Anyway, this lingering gloom makes the usual mom clique style of parents hanging around more isolating and clearly less logical to be sweet too. I loathe having to play such games. I don't think anyone means to play games but this is just how it all works.
A last minute trip to look for a gray skirt and bright purple shirt to complete the pageant list was less than beneficial. Not only did I miss the mark with those items but little girl (who got booster club fundraiser nachos before we left) threw a colossal fit over not receiving a treat. Ugh, why oh why do kids deem it required to get treats everywhere? I HAVE to work on that monster too!
Anyway, take all this trickling along with another unmentioned challenge bigger than all of this and there ya go.... worst day ever!
Ok dramatic and pathetic I most definitely can be called at this moment but well it is real and human of me too. Yet God sitting way above looking down on me, shaking his head managed to make sure the play list for Joy Fm was just right for me. Quiet kids in the car and music cranked way loud gave me just what medicine I really needed anyway. God is God and I am not. Thank goodness. Tomorrow will be a new day, and for that I am grateful!!
This is the stuff
First we must start with the fact that my van (the only vehicle that holds my whole family together breaks leaving me stranded with the crew on the side of the hwy in 100 degree weather). This being said also means I will be driving the little pickup truck which has no a/c and a slipping transmission to work in the morning.
Let the story now begin...
My day began bright and unusually early at 5am. You see one of my 3 part time jobs is as a Fire/EMS 911 dispatcher. The full time people work 12 hour shifts from 6 to 6 so this particular day I was filling in for the day shift. Getting up is typically easy whether tired or not, today rang true. I opted to curl my hair at work and leave early enough to make a Mobil on the Run stop for a 50cent coffee. First little problem was I couldn't find any cash and had to dug deep for the coins to pay. Not too shaken I trekked on to work. In the door on time I logged in wrong at first. Again no biggie and I was ready promptly at 6am like expected. But then a couple hours in I make a clerical mistake. Annoyed with my error I still keep going. Next another clerical error making my times well above required (30 sec to Que or basically ready to be dispatched is max allowed). A few more frustrating callers later and a mapping struggle. Grrrrr! Now all these little bits are beginning to make my puddle.
In between calls I attempt to write preschool lesson plans and the splashing the sink now interrupts the flow and I am stumped. Dad who is my experienced and knowledgeable mechanic is having surgery today. In between he kindly helps talk hubby through some troubleshooting which lands us with an uncertain reason for the break. God having a plan I am sure knew that I only had to worry about the crew of 6 on this day otherwise it is the original 4 the remainder of the week. There is a vehicle to drive that can at least carry that amount.
Next my determined soul pushed past all of the above and did get lessons done by 515 pm basically just in the nick of time. BUT, then a missed crucial appt by hubby and Annabeth pushes me completely (the metaphorical water) over the edge of the sink. I yell at husband then we hang up. I argue with childless coworker who tries wrongly to tell me what perspective to have on the missed appt minus a complete understanding of the complexity of the issue.
For a moment I seem to breathe through it when I first meet up with husband to switch cars to the one with A/C but that is short lived when he pulls out too quickly and leaves with something I need. Attempting to release some of this pent up stress I want to go for a run but it is 103 degrees out still and that proves too difficult to fill my lungs in the hot air. The something he took off with was my music and Pandora while ok is tough to run too. Sigh, there was a split moment when my brain stopped thinking and my body took over. In that moment I was able to see the resemblance of the open field nearby which to the one in TN just a few short weeks ago. It was there I could close my eyes and actually feel God's presence with me. Bam, a semi comes in the lane closest to the shoulder and snaps me back to the cold hard world. Doesn't it all sound silly right? Anyway, this lingering gloom makes the usual mom clique style of parents hanging around more isolating and clearly less logical to be sweet too. I loathe having to play such games. I don't think anyone means to play games but this is just how it all works.
A last minute trip to look for a gray skirt and bright purple shirt to complete the pageant list was less than beneficial. Not only did I miss the mark with those items but little girl (who got booster club fundraiser nachos before we left) threw a colossal fit over not receiving a treat. Ugh, why oh why do kids deem it required to get treats everywhere? I HAVE to work on that monster too!
Anyway, take all this trickling along with another unmentioned challenge bigger than all of this and there ya go.... worst day ever!
Ok dramatic and pathetic I most definitely can be called at this moment but well it is real and human of me too. Yet God sitting way above looking down on me, shaking his head managed to make sure the play list for Joy Fm was just right for me. Quiet kids in the car and music cranked way loud gave me just what medicine I really needed anyway. God is God and I am not. Thank goodness. Tomorrow will be a new day, and for that I am grateful!!
This is the stuff
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