"In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you."
1 Thessalonians 5:18
I need to describe my day for the simple purpose of getting it from the inside to the outside without any type of hazmat team required to clean up the mess. I’ll not get into the past two weeks, or even yesterday, but the past weeks can be summed up by the events of just today. Yet, at the end of every day, “I just wanna praise Him!”
I woke up at 6am to get four of the children to Covington for school. Jacob is struggling with “school life” and I have to physically remove him from his bed, dress him, fix breakfast and lunches, and then physically place Jacob in the car and then remove him from the car and place him on the steps of the school.
From there, I went back home to Social Circle to pick up my very dangerous van to drop off back in Conyers to find out why it was rattling like a dump truck. Before leaving, I had to strip Gramma’s bed, clean and dress her and clean the puddle of urine off of the floor. Maddie, Sarah and Gramma were home with a hired sitter for the morning. Four hours and $303.00 later, I had ONE new tire and they had all been rotated and balanced.
Since it was a half day at school, John had to pick up the kids, but then had an emergency and to met me with them. Then back home to fix lunch and get some chores done. 30 min after arriving home, Gramma flips out on Emily (again) and I have to forcibly put her in her room, at which point she begins attacking me, scratching, pinching and then harming herself by trying to slam her own hands in the door. With the screaming and violence, I decided to call her doctor. “Call 911!” was the response I got. Given the few weeks I’d had, I decided it was not a good idea to call 911. First, it would make me look bad, second, it was bad for the kids. I battled her to the car and took her to the ER. Thankfully, my dear friend Gloria showed up after a while to help the kids at home.
While at the hospital, they discovered a very mild UTI and handed me a phone number to call on Monday. (?) Now what? A shot of Ativan and back to the car. Gramma still dressed in her gown because her pants had gotten wet.
On the way to Canton I discovered that Sarah was wearing a dress but had no panties on. Not to mention the fact that I had forgotten to bring any diapers for Maddie on this 4-5 hour journey. (Mother of the year) Although I am driving with newly balanced tires, the van is now so far out of alignment that it is practically swaying from side to side as I tried to steer. Then the "low tire pressure" light came on! Meanwhile, the kids were screaming and fighting and Gramma was talking incessantly. The 30 minute stand-still traffic jam didn’t help. Although, I was convicted for feeling annoyed at traffic when someone’s life had just been altered by a terrible accident.
We made it to Woodstock and hit a nasty thunderstorm. The rain was so heavy I could not see and slowed to a crawl. We finally crawled into Canton and made it to the kids’ dad’s house. I dropped off some kids and my beloved dog, Hollie, and headed home.
The little ones were over it by now and I had to stop at Chick Fil-A for a bite. I pulled over and ran back and forth with food and drinks for the kids. Then Sarah says “I have to pee!” Ok, this is not a possible situation. I can’t leave Gramma in the van with Jake and Maddie, but I can’t bring them all in either. I decided to convince Sarah that she did not have to pee! My plan worked! I got a few miles down the road and Maddie started screaming “THIRSTY”! So I pulled over again and gave everyone another drink. Every 30 seconds Gramma was trying to give someone her fries, then she was pulling the lids off of the drinks and then she agte my sandwich.
On the road again! By the time I reached I-20 home, I was exhausted and almost tearful. I knew my house was a mess and there were flies everywhere and my children still needed diapers and I’d have to get Gramma changed and in bed and so on. I was beginning to get overwhelmed and turned on 104.7 the Fish. Mary Mary’s “Shakles” was playing and I remembered that I just wanted to praise Him!!! So I did! Chains fell off and I felt relieved. I remembered what I was thankful for. About that time I came into Covington and my eye randomly started burning and tearing until I couldn’t see out of it. I almost pulled over, but I prayed and said “Lord, I need my eye!” It cleared up! Then I drove into another terrible storm and my wipers weren’t working properly. Whatever, I just wanna praise Him! I praised us the rest of the way home.
I made it home, I got Gramma in bed, John put the little ones down and now I’m blogging! Ahhhh…thank the Lord I made it home, safely, with my children and Gramma. Thank you ,Lord! I get to wake up tomorrow and live another day, God willing, and praise Him AGAIN! This IS the day that the Lord has made, I DID rejoice and be glad, Amen!
