Yesterday was a bad day. It started out good...I had time to shower and have a long quiet time with Jesus before Liza woke up. We had a fun morning and she went down for her nap easily. Sophie was feeling better finally, after over a week of being very ill with Salmonella. And I had an eye appt at 10:00. Wes was watching the girls and I got to go by myself. I swung into Walmart quick to grab a few staples and ran into some dear friends I hadn't seen in awhile. That totally blessed my day. I had adult conversations with people at the eye doctor which seemed like a mini vacation, and I got done in time to take the girls to storytime at 11:00. I needed to get gas for Wes's little gas tank so he could mow the lawn, so I was trying to be as quick as possible. A little old lady asked me for help pumping (she had grabbed the diesel pump and couldn't figure out why it wasn't fitting into her car). Sweet dear women. Anyways, amongst pumping and helping her, I must have left my wallet on top of my van and drove off like that. When I got home, I realized that I didn't have my wallet. Wes was already bringing the girls out to me to take to storytime and I explained to Sophie first I needed to look for my wallet. So, we drove back to the gas station and retraced my steps home looking along the road for where it may have fell. I called Wes when I was almost home and told him I was just going to come home and work on canceling our bank cards. He told me to just go to storytime and not worry about it, that he would go out looking for it. I was frustrated and flustered and asked him if I could just go with him to look. We retraced my steps again and couldn't find it. Within 10 minutes of getting back home, Wes's coworker called him and told him someone turned in my wallet to City Hall. I had already cancelled my debit card and now was so frustrated with myself for doing that because I would have to change all my online payments that are linked to my card. But, I was so thankful. Thankful I didn't have to get a new license, new insurance cards, new library card, etc. I apologized to Wes for getting upset and he said "should'a listened to me" (and just gone to storytime). He was right of course, because by not going to storytime I had upset Sophia terribly and disappointed her. Storytime is like the highlight of her week and I felt awful. I shoulda listened.
When it was time for Liza's nap, she insisted that Wes be the one to put her down. She's so adorable and also a little annoying about that. If she blows him a kiss goodnight and I take her up to her room, she starts to cry "dadda, dadda!!!" So without trying to be too bossy or controlling as a mom, I asked Wes to please turn her fan on because it was warming up outside and she gets hot easily. 40 minutes later, she was awake. Furious and screaming. I tried everything to get her back to sleep but nothing worked. Wes had put a blanket on her and I think she either got too hot or couldn't cover herself back up. We've had many conversations about not using a blanket anymore because every time we do, this happens. As he was leaving for work and I had a tear-stricken toddler looking at him I said "shoulda listened to me!"
The whole time I had lost my wallet I felt the Lord speaking to me to have peace, that it would be found. But I chose to be frustrated and anxious instead. As it turns out, my wallet was returned but my bank cards were missing. Thankfully, I did cancel my cards and now had the rest of my wallet. And maybe the blanket issue isn't what woke Liza up anyways. But the point is. We both have valuable input and wisdom to share with one another. And it is so important that we listen to one another. That we respect each other, verbalized that we hear what the other person is saying, and actually take their advice because mostly, usually, more likely than not, they are right.
When it was time for Liza's nap, she insisted that Wes be the one to put her down. She's so adorable and also a little annoying about that. If she blows him a kiss goodnight and I take her up to her room, she starts to cry "dadda, dadda!!!" So without trying to be too bossy or controlling as a mom, I asked Wes to please turn her fan on because it was warming up outside and she gets hot easily. 40 minutes later, she was awake. Furious and screaming. I tried everything to get her back to sleep but nothing worked. Wes had put a blanket on her and I think she either got too hot or couldn't cover herself back up. We've had many conversations about not using a blanket anymore because every time we do, this happens. As he was leaving for work and I had a tear-stricken toddler looking at him I said "shoulda listened to me!"
The whole time I had lost my wallet I felt the Lord speaking to me to have peace, that it would be found. But I chose to be frustrated and anxious instead. As it turns out, my wallet was returned but my bank cards were missing. Thankfully, I did cancel my cards and now had the rest of my wallet. And maybe the blanket issue isn't what woke Liza up anyways. But the point is. We both have valuable input and wisdom to share with one another. And it is so important that we listen to one another. That we respect each other, verbalized that we hear what the other person is saying, and actually take their advice because mostly, usually, more likely than not, they are right.
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