Greetings from the State of the Hogs! Or is it the Toad State? By the sounds coming through the windows here, I’m thinking Arkansas might be the land of the toads. I just thought they were loud at my house!
I made it. Made. It.
Ever have one of those days where you just want to sit down in the middle of…wherever you are where you don’t have to do anything to get there…and be done?
Let’s say you’re sitting in the middle of the road and a cow walks by and snatches you up by the seat of your britches and carries you away to goodness knows where…and you’re okay with it because at least the cow is the one doing the heavy lifting…
That was my yesterday.
Besides being worried about my dad (who is in the hospital in lots of pain and awaiting bypass surgery on Friday) and concerned about leaving my kids (and husband) so soon after JUST being gone, I was particularly accident prone and absentminded. And sad and blue and sleepy. Not a winning combination.
It could have been worse.
When I washed my husband’s wallet in the washing machine, it could have completely blacked out the numbers of a winning lotto ticket. Fortunately, he doesn’t play the lottery…so there’s that.
When I went to the wrong airport, I could have gone in and gone through the excruciatingly long line and THEN realized I was in the wrong place. Thankfully, the correct airport had ZERO lines and I zipped through once I got to the right place.
When I left my children, I could have cried crocodile tears after we hugged good-bye and made them start crying. Oh wait, that really did happen.
I could have walked out of the bathroom WITH that long strand of toilet paper stuck to my shoe. Verdict’s still out on that one.
That screaming baby could have screamed the ENTIRE trip instead of just half…she was the CUTEST little girl with a crazy set of curls and lungs.
It doesn’t matter. I made it. I was even laughing by midday at all the calamity that kept coming my way. I know any humor I felt whatsoever was because of all your warm thoughts and prayers. That’s all there is to it. I had not an ounce of humor when I left the house and things did NOT improve, at least not with my circumstances. But I had a funny text exchange and then different people let me know throughout the day that they were praying for us and well, things just shifted for me. It’s amazing how much friends can help and it’s downright astonishing what prayer can do.
When I saw my parents, I felt relief. Apparently, my dad perked up more when he saw me than he has for weeks. He shared his secret stash of peanut M&Ms and I shared my lemon Dasani water. We laughed and visited and if he didn’t look so awful and sound so short of breath, I could almost forget that he is so sick. My dad will be in the VA hospital until Friday morning and then he will move to another hospital for the actual surgery. My dad does not want to do the surgery and has actually prolonged it, I guess…I didn’t realize that was his doing until yesterday…but everything that has happened up to this point has clearly happened for a reason. The news is not good. He is really sick, there is a LOT of blockage and it is in all the worst places, but we are trusting in our Creator…and it’s all going to be all right.
Thanks so much for all the wonderful messages. It means so much! Today will be better. And if not, I will remember all the craziness of yesterday and have to smile. If I disappear and end up with the cows somewhere, you’ll know what happened.