Drama, Stress and PMS

Just in case you were wondering, drama, stress and PMS do not a good situation make!

However, every event in life is a learning opportunity, I suppose.  At least, that's what all the really smart people always say.

Today has been a crazy day, and it's only 3:55pm.  Actually, the crap started hitting the fan before 7 am.  That's never a good sign.  However, I am doing my best to find the humor in things, the silver lining of the cloud, AND to make lemonade out of all these lemons.  I'm gonna be super busy.

You remember how I told you that God jumped out from behind to sofa the other day, and how much I love it when He does that?  Yep. Figured out WHY He did it now.  Because He was about to pull the rug out from under me, and was just cushioning my fall with a little good news.  You know, like the old commercials where the kids put all the toilet paper in their pants before they went ice skating?
Yep.  He padded my butt with some good news.  Then yanked on the rug.  So, I'm trying really hard to find the good through the stabbing pain I am experiencing in my tailbone.

I was provided a little eye-opening experience to help me through my process.  In the midst of all of my own drama, I was told that a good friend of mine lost a family member this morning.  The death was very sudden, and the family is still a little in shock.  Thinking about this made my own crap seem a little more desirable.  I realized that there is always someone having a worse day than I am.  It made me think about how lucky I am to have healthy kids giggling in my floor, rolling around and aggravating each other.  I heard their little laughs, saw the drool trickle down my 5 year old's face as he cackled, his head reared back as he laughed uncontrollably. 

Though my day has gone much worse than I thought it would, it could be so much worse.  It HAS been so much worse.  I saw my friend's dad this morning, the one that lost his loved one so suddenly around 6:30 this morning.  I recognized the numbness in his eyes.  It took me right back to the day I lost my son.  I can recall immediately how it felt to walk across the room, but not feeling my feet touch the floor.  I spoke, I felt my mouth move and I felt the words come up through my throat.  But, somehow, it echoed through my head and felt like it was coming from someplace else.  I was in my body and out of my body at the same time.  I saw all of this in his eyes today.  He was going through the motions.

Seeing him, and the flood of memories that came with seeing him, put everything else into perspective for me.  Today is a rough day, yes.  I'm not sure what I am going to do to solve the problem that happened just yet.  I am still stressed and sad about it. 
BUT...
Today is also one more day that I have a 5 year old with popsicle smeared all over his face and trickling down his shirt. And today, I have a 10 year old with zebra striped toe nails who is working on writing a children's book as we speak.

They are healthy.  I am healthy.  And I still have those surprises God threw me on Tuesday to pad my butt when I fell.  :)
It's not how I thought it would go.  But apparently He's got this.  So, for now, I'm just drinking that lemonade I made, and being extremely cautious when I approach any rugs...You know, just to be safe. 

Ugh.  Some days I am just in the mood for a giant double scoop of triple chocolate ice cream.  Then, He goes and hands me a kiddie cone of freezer-burnt vanilla.  But just as I am ready to hand it back to Him and tell Him I just want a refund, He smiles and smothers it with hot fudge, foiling my plan to speak up. 

I suppose the lesson is that, in the end, I still got ice cream.  And chocolate.  AND a lesson.
It was just a little different than I thought it would be.  What else is new?