Do you ever try to make a deal with God? I was trying to do that today.
This week has been full. I have had (and still look forward to) a few play dates. I have dropped a can of pumpkin on my baby toe, which is now purple. A good friend is moving to the end of the earth—a place even more rural than here, if you can imagine that. Some of her friends held a luncheon for her today, so I walked in and sat down next to her. I promptly burst into tears and ran ashamedly to the bathroom, where I dropped my glasses and nerdy sunglass attachment in the clean toilet.
All of this excitement happened in a quick stop while I was on a break from making applesauce with Sara. I stopped saucing to take Grace to school, grab a shower, and head back to Sara's before I picked up my carpool kids, assisted with a Primary ice cream party, and got dinner and the evening routine going. Moms, are you nodding your heads? I know. We do this Every Day.
I requested of God this deal: Hey, how about if I work on being more flexible so that all of these interruptions and distractions and general busy-ness quit making me feel like I am drowning in a pool of stubby crayons with their removed wrappers. Then, once I am more flexible, You can bless me with a long period of time free from all of those distractions?
Sadly, I realized that if I succeed in my side of the deal, the point of the bargain will be defeated. I guess it is time for me to take the example of Miss Jill and "tough love" myself into acceptance of my life.
So. How has your week been?