Lucy had gymnastics today and I thought about skipping it since her gymnastics is right next to lunchtime and naptime. For me, anything next to naptime is "the red zone" since you're endangering your only potential free time of the day. But we already skipped her swimming lessons from yesterday, so I didn't want her to skip gymnastics too.
Right before we had to leave, Henry (my 18 month old) was playing with my purse. I didn't know this until he began to deliver things that were in my purse to me. My prayer book....my coin change....my keys.....
I finally retrieved my purse where he stashed it away and discovered that my money that Dennis left for me was missing. I have no idea where Henry put it. I am still looking for it. You hear that, St.Anthony??? Still looking!!
Dennis only left me $40 but I assured him that this would be enough since I'm getting paid tomorrow. It probably would have been fine, had my money not disappeared. I needed the money to gas up the van in order to bring Lucy for her gymnastics. This was probably my "sign" to not go, but I just went heedlessly along, ignoring all warnings.
After much impatience and inching forward, we finally arrived at the gym (Lifetime Gym is where her gymnastics is at) and somehow managed to get Lucy there on time despite the fact that I had to take time to sign in as a visitor at the gym since I'm no longer a member, and sign her in again for gymnastics. Name, address, phone number, reason for being there. You have to sign in for everything lately!
My plan was to now get home as fast as I could to get the kids their lunch so that we could again leave to pick up Lucy. But by the time I got the rest of the kids to the car, it was 11:20. Don't ask me how it took us 20 minutes just to drop Lucy off, I'm still scratching my head on that one! It must have been all that signing in.
So now this meant that with the construction that we had to get through in order to get home, I wouldn't have enough time to get the kids their lunch. By the time we got home, it would be time to leave again. On top of this, I was feeling really stressed because both Henry and Anna (my 3 year old) were very sleepy and yawning. I didn't want them to fall asleep in the car--like I said that is hazardous to any down time later for the Mom! Selfish, maybe, but I just call it survival.
So now I'm forming a new plan in my head about how to get the kids lunch and still get back on time to get Lucy. I decide to stop at McDonalds...except that I remember that I don't have any money. So then I head over to the bank...through the construction zone...as my kids are lulling to sleep despite the fact that I'm trying to keep them awake by making goofy faces and tickling their feet. (While driving.)
On my way to the bank, my Mom calls. I need to quit answering the phone while I'm driving. She has news for me with a prayer request: a family friend of ours, who just recently went on a road trip to Tennessee, got into an accident and rolled her car. Thankfully she is okay, but she totaled her car. We don't know the details but we think she fell asleep again at the wheel. I say "again" because on the way to Tennessee, she fell asleep at the wheel and went down a hill, and stopped just inches from a pond. We're pretty sure she fell asleep again.
Now don't judge me, but this really riled me up. It made me upset because I'm already worried that this is going to happen (or maybe it already has), to Dennis, who also gets sleepy at the wheel on long car rides. Even on our short trip to Superior, I have to drive most of the time, or he falls asleep at the wheel. I again ask: how on earth is he not going to fall asleep at the wheel on an 8 hour car trip when he's been up fishing all night? Please tell me where the common sense is in this!
So here I'm ranting to my poor Mom (who has no idea where this is all coming from) about why people need to be responsible and drive with at least two drivers for road trips. At the end of my rant, I remember to say, "Oh yeah, and I'll pray for her." (Our friend.) As I'm talking to her, I realize that I missed my turn to get to the bank so I told my Mom I had to get off the phone.
I get off the phone and make the correct turn--or so I thought--and the bank was not there. I went down another road and the bank was still not there. By this time, I'm driving rather crazily, and made a big circle turn in a small road, hitting something (my kids claimed I knocked over a sign but I didn't) and look in the review mirror to find that my 3 year old had fallen asleep! Not only that, but it is now 11:40 and I have to be back in the gym by noon to pick up Lucy.
I finally give up on stopping at the bank and drive down another road to get back on the main road just to end up finding the bank. I decided to stop to get money since I would need it even though we didn't have any time for McDonalds.
I went in the drive-thru and got everything filled out and sent it through, and while I'm waiting for the bank teller to help me, I can hear her talking to the man in front of me, trying to talk him into opening another account with them. While he's hashing it out with her, I start to bang my head against the steering wheel. It is now 11:50.
The lady finally turned her attention back to me and let me know that she already put my money in an envelope since I had to wait. That sounds very considerate of her, except that she had the envelope sitting next to her the whole time she was talking to the man, trying to get him to open an account. Why she just didn't hit the little button to send it through, I don't know. She wished me a happy day and I bit back what I wished for her. Oh, how I need patience!
We zoomed back down the street, except for the construction part. At least I was expecting it this time, and at least Henry was still awake, though I could see his struggle with keeping his eyes open. Sitting in traffic gave me a moment of pause of all the times I have prayed to do better in moments of stress, and it occurred to me that I was not handling things well. I can't say that I offered up a heartfelt prayer to do better, but I did at least offer God my willingness to do better if He would just make things easier. And believe it or not, after we got through the construction zone, every stop light turned green. We arrived at the gym at 12:00 exactly, just enough time to hurry in to see Lucy standing on her head with the other students. It was just her and a boy left standing on their heads, (a strengthening exercise), as all the other kids gave up. That little moment made me happy, because I could see how much she was enjoying herself. It almost made it worth it to go through all that trouble so that she could go to gymnastics today.