This morning I woke up positive that today was going to be good. The past 3 or 4 Sunday’s have just not been fabulous so I went to bed feeling a little bit dreadful but woke up feeling great! I was able to drink my entire cup of coffee while it was hot, got myself and the kids all ready for church- on time, and was about ready to head out the door when it started. “those shoes are too tight!” I know they are not. I just bought them a few days ago and they fit great. but I couldn’t convince her. So I quickly decided it wasn’t worth the fight. I offered a different pair of shoes- tears and crying…… “I want to wear those!” Wait, what? The ones you just screamed were too tight? The tears and crying continued and I threw my hands up, taking both pairs of shoes and the child to the car where everyone else was already waiting.
Phew! We are still on time! I silently celebrated as I put the car in reverse. It sounded funny as I backed up, but our driveway is gravel so I put it in drive and started out, only to quickly realize that funny sound was my wheel grinding into the gravel. Flat tire. I put the car in park and jump out as I call my husband- who is at work (ask any firefighters wife, it all happens on their shift!) I have never changed a tire. I go back and forth about how i feel about it. On one hand I don’t want to be the damsel in distress calling for help over a flat. On the other hand I don’t really feel like I have missed out on life by never changing a flat tire. But suddenly, I had this deep desire to take care of it myself. As Joel insisted he would come change it, I insisted I could handle it.
My oldest child and I got the tire out and started the process. I watched a quick youtube video and up the car went. I worked on the lug nuts and I got all but one off. The last one was not wanting to come off. As I was about ready to give up, our good friend showed up to help! I didn’t know it, but Joel had already called him and asked if he could stop by since he was just a few minutes away. He helped us finish changing the tire and off we went to church, 30 minutes late!
I get there and realize Harvey fell asleep. A 3 year old with a 20 minute nap is no good. I took a very cranky boy in the church. Melt down. Nothing was right. He was just mad. I finally got him to stay in his class just in time to hear the sermon. As I sat down I realized that in the madness Harvey had wiped his glazed donut all over my black shirt- oh well, I was just glad to be hearing the sermon! The final song was about to wrap up when someone taps my shoulder “Harvey pooped in his pants” WHY? Harvey….. Why? He does so good, until he doesn’t. Any way, potty training is stupid. the end.
If we go back to when I got in the van this morning, there was a smell. I addressed it- told the husband what I thought it was and he said to come by after church and we would take the seats out and find the source. So that is what we did. He pulled the seats out, vacuumed and found nothing. I got in with some cleaner to really detail it since the seats were out. I had already told him I was sure I knew what the smell was, but as I cleaned, it was confirmed. I found mouse poop. IN MY VAN. Are you kidding me? Where have we moved? We have lived a lot of places and I have never in my life had so many mouse issues. Is moving an option? I mean before we buy land again can I get a mouse survey?
So, after taking off panels, finding a LIVE baby mouse IN MY VAN, taking off my wheel, 3 hours of searching, the dead mouse is still in there somewhere. Why? I mean seriously? Who has mice living in the panel in their car? Of course, I do! UGH! I don’t even know what to say. My little kids loved the baby mouse and wanted to bring it home as a pet. They squealed with excitement and kept saying “mommy its so cute!” As I die inside just a little. At what point will they both loose the “its so cute” attitude and turn into “oh my gosh there is a LIVE mouse in my car”?
Just a few short weeks ago, I had a similar Sunday with all kinds of crazy things. Honestly, that Sunday had a Harvey poop incident, a dead mouse (in the camper), and a flooding situation. The Sunday’s in between have been crazy too. I use to love Sundays. Jesus, friends, family, food….. But now it seems like Sundays are more like poop, mice, and madness…..
Friends, I don’t know if my life is just that crazy, or maybe It is just that I don’t know the right people and others have just as many crazy things happen, But here is my plea- if your life is full of crazy “incidents” that when you tell others they all look at you crazy and laugh, asking why weird things are always happening to you, please raise your hand, leave a comment, something! We can start some sort of support group. I keep wondering if maybe God is like “Hello, Mrs. Meinardus, I am obviously giving you really good material to work with! Write it down, make lots of money with these crazy stories!” Or maybe He just likes to laugh! If it wasn’t my life, I would totally be laughing!
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Girl I have heard way more than once “only youTausha”. You are not alone.