A Day

It can simply be summed up as it was "A DAY" when one asks how you're doing.

This morning went better than I had expected after a tumultuous day yesterday with our 2 year old. He was being 2...all...day...long. I lost track of the amount of discipline I had done in the hopes of shaping and molding this young individual, (whom did NOT in any way seem even remotely "moldable" yesterday). I woke up virtually pleading with the Lord for wisdom, guidance, ANYTHING to help me get through today with him since I did not feel ready to face him again when I started my day.

God was indeed faithful in allowing an extra measure of wisdom and patience as I ushered our 2 year-old through the morning.

Long about the time I set out to make dinner and put it into the oven this afternoon, I was feeling pretty good about how everything was going -- until what I can only describe as entering the "Twilight Zone" happened.

Our neighbor boy has been attempting many ways of getting our boys' attention. This afternoon he resorted to throwing toys, stuffed animals and eventually rocks over our gate into the backyard. One of these special rocks was sent, (quite violently), into our window.

I was not ok with all the other things that were coming flying over and was certainly not ok about rocks smashing windows or my boys' heads right next to the windows. I abandoned my half-made dinner to go and ring our neighbor's door. The mother did not answer. I then explained to the little boy that throwing rocks at windows is not ok -- all the while wondering why I had to be the one to discipline...if it wasn't my son, couldn't I have at least a little longer of a break from disciplining?!

I finally got dinner completed and in the oven when my mother-in-law called to say that she was driving my father-in-law to the ER for a bad cut down to the tendon on one of his hands. They were wondering if my husband could stop by on his way home from work to finish filleting the fish that he was in the middle of doing when he cut his hand.

A little later I get a call from my husband saying that he somehow got his thumb stuck in the car door at my in-law's house and badly injured his thumb. It would not stop bleeding.

I packed up the remainder of dinner and rushed down to my in-laws to provide a meal for my husband, (so he could take some Advil), and my in-laws who had been in the ER all of dinner time.

On my way back home, still reeling from the little boy throwing the rock, my father-in-law's injury, my husband's injury and all the discipline I've been doing lately, I guess I was a little too pre-occupied to do a complete stop at the last stop sign before our house. I got pulled over...for the first time in my life...after all that.

That, my friends is my day that was "A DAY".

Is it a full moon?!