Well like the title says, it could have been worse. Yesterday morning Megan and I had a “girl day” planned. As you can well imagine with the boys outnumbering the girls here 5-2, we ladies must leave the house from time to time in order to maintain some form of femininity. So we were going to take Derek to school and then have all kinds of fun in town, beginning with the bakery and ending with the grocery store. But life rarely goes according to schedule.
I woke up at 6:45am – late, I know, for all that I needed to do before getting out of the house at 8:00. The children were getting breakfast and I was getting Megan and I dressed and combed. I needed to take some books and videos back to the library so I quickly went to round them up. I found all of them but one. Lady and the Tramp had been swallowed up within the walls of my basement and I simply could not find it. That kind of thing bugs me to no end. Besides, I’d have to explain my vhs-eating basement to the librarian.
By this time, I was beginning to get into my scatter-brained mode, especially when Wyatt began yelling for his breakfast, in which I have to sit down to give it to him. Thankfully, he has become a fast eater and gulped it down in about 10 minutes, with about 3 minutes left to get out the door.
We got Derek dropped off at school and meanwhile Wyatt was yelling again since he felt he’d been cut a little short on breakfast. At the bakery, we sat in the car for a bit feeding the one male we had to take along. Then we went in, visiting the bulk food store first (it sits adjoining the bakery). Sharon had said we could weigh Wyatt on her food scales if we wanted. Her husband, Norv, was there and let us weigh him. After that, I shopped a bit while Megan played with some trains. It wasn’t long before she came to me crying that she had wet herself. Now this is my 5yo who hasn’t wet herself for a long time. I went back to where she had been playing and my heart dropped as I looked at a big puddle on the floor. I wiped up most of it, with Norv finishing after we left. Putting her and Wyatt in the car, I went back into the bakery to get our breakfast which we had to eat on the way home rather than sipping it in the nice little coffee joint.
As we drove home, my heart was doing battle. I felt disappointed that we’d had to cut our town visit short, humiliated that my daughter had left a puddle in public, angry at myself for not taking her to the restroom earlier, and apprehensive because I knew I still had to talk to the librarian about my video-eating basement. As we drove, I did what I do when I get stressed out. I talk to God to see if I can’t come up with a different view on my little troubles. Lord, I prayed, what else can go wrong? I did not ask for this. Or did I? I suddenly remembered that I had prayed a prayer the day before that always brings on circumstances not to my liking. We have revivals this week and I was reflecting on how to keep my heart soft to the whispers of the Spirit. I prayed a prayer that I’ve prayed before but takes much courage to actually say it. I asked the Lord to change me. I know God will honor it, but I also have to do my end of the bargain. It’s never fun and most times brings on something that I know will test me, stir the waters, and keep me from getting stagnant.
So I guess it could’ve been worse, but I’m glad it wasn’t. It was enough for one day! We’ll see what today brings.
As I mentioned, we’ve had revivals this week. Since it can get hard for five kiddos to sit still during church every night, I like to bring along a little something special that they can look forward to. One evening, we were sitting there when I handed each of them one little sweet tart. Now those things are truly tart and sweet. After chewing his thoughtfully, he looked at Lowell with a perplexed expression and asked, “Why’d you give me a sour pill?” I guess he thought we might be trying to drug him up for some reason or other. If they made a pill that kept little boys quiet and little bodies sitting still, I’d probably give it to him. I consider revivals a time when we have to dig out all of our child-training techniques and hope they work!
Well, I gotta run! We love you all and are wondering how many of you are going to visit us this summer?!! Summer seems to be our company time and already we’ve heard that a few of you might be coming. We’d like to entice you with hikes to falls, grilled steaks, homemade ice cream, huckleberry picking, and perhaps a trip to Roman Nose Lake. Just call the Graber Motel at (208)267-1895.
Love you all,
Kendra for the Graber Indians
P.S. For those of you on Facebook, I will admit I have caved. As some of you already know, I have joined. And I will admit, it is fun! Although I’m going to struggle with it being addicting, I know!