My “Epic” Rant

This is  a brief snapshot, moment in time of my brain.

Be warned…what you are about to read is exactly what processed in my mind at the very moment this took place.

First, a little rewind.

We have gone non-stop since last week.  It’s been one thing after another after another after another.  Most of you should be able to relate to that.  Some of you, that’s your daily life…

Not me.

I need moments of solitude.  rest. relaxation. quiet.  between the moments of go! go! go!  The fear of an emotional or mental breakdown isn’t far from me if I don’t get those moments.

Last night we had an awards dinner to attend for something Andrew is involved in, with his profession.  And while the event itself was fun (loud, exciting, etc.), it lasted way longer than I had anticipated.  As in, we were home AFTER 11pm last night.  It was a school night for crying out loud!  Ha!

On top of that R woke up crying right about the time I was going to bed, around midnight, and then he started again about 1:15 this morning.  He ended up in bed with us, crying that his legs were hurting him.  {growing pains?}

My normal 7-ish hours of sleep was quickly dwindling to a mere 4-4.5.

I need 9.  I just do…and it’s quite rare that I get more than 8.

So last night, before I came upstairs to try to go to bed, we’ll say 11:45-ish, Andrew was carving a fried turkey for my work “feast” today.  {He’s such a good man}.  And he says to me, “So, what do you think about us all going for Mexican tomorrow night.”  {and yes, it was a statement, not a question}

Side note, Andrew’s brother, sister-in-law and nephew are in town from FL so we are trying to spend as much time with them as we can because we love them and we don’t get to see them very often.

I looked at him {exhausted already} and said, “Can we just play tomorrow by ear and see?”

It’s a short work week.  Thanksgiving is Thursday.  We’re cramming as much as we possibly can into this week already and I kind of felt like I just needed one night to get my head on straight.  To pack and do other things that needed to be done.

So when I got the text late this afternoon…”Meet at Poncho’s at 5:30″

This is what happened.

This is a true, real-life conversation, well, thought process, that I had with a co-worker:

Mexican at 5:30

Do you know what I hear when I see that text come thru?

1. I have to leave in enough time to beat ALL the other parents to daycare
2. Scream at R about HURRY UP
3. Scream at all the dumb, slow people out on a joy ride at friggin 5:15 on a WEEK DAY

And the TRAINS!!! THE STUPID TRAINS!!!

to get OUT OF MY WAY

then I’m going to honk my horn

and from the back seat I’m going to hear from my precious 2.5 year old “MOVE PEOPLE!!!”

and I’m going to feel like an AWFUL mother

and I’ll be completely frazzled when I get there

and They’re  going to look at me like I’m a maniac

And I’m going to say, “Where is the liquor?”

“Where is the cheese dip?”

“Why hasn’t anyone ordered cheese dip?!?!?!!?”

Co-worker said, “Your rants are EPIC.”  Then asked why we were going at 5:30

I replied:

It’s b/c we have 2 small kids that we’re going at 5:30

YOU know what it’s like to try to go out to eat during the week, with your kids, AFTER work

Don’t ask me silly questions.

 

Y’all.  I’m not a rage-a-holic.  I’m not even a road-rager.  But is there anyone else out there that is just like, why are all these slow-pokes on the road at 5-whatever when us crazy moms and dads are trying to get out of work as fast as we can to get to the place where our kids are to get to the next place, whether it be a restaurant, home, church, wherever?  Sometimes it drives me absolutely batty.

Oh, and this was the best part.

Andrew called me at 4:42 and says, “Hey babe! I’m on my way!”  “On your way?” I asked.

MY CAR WAS IN THE SHOP!!!

I had totally forgotten that minor detail…

He was outside my building at 4:50.  We got to daycare, no one was there {I think God heard my little freak-out session}, kids were cooperative.  We got to Firestone.  MY CAR WAS READY {and y’all know that NEVER happens!}.  We got across town to the restaurant by 5:25pm.

It was amazing.

I don’t even know how it happened, but it did.
Jesus loves me.  And He cares about my craziness and my wild imagination that sometimes sends me over the edge.  And He gave me an AMAZING moon to look at and show R tonight, getting out of the car at the restaurant.  He reminded me of how insanely creative and powerful He is.  He set the moon and stars in place…{Ps.8:3}  And that He who created the moon and the stars, cares about little me who has all these things to do at the end of the work day…all these things to juggle and He reminds me of His power and might.  And if He can create the moon and stars and set them in their courses…he can move the traffic.  The trains.  He can get me from point A to point B in the matter of a moment.  And He can give me the rest I need.

The packing that needs to be done will wait until tomorrow, for tonight there will be rest and sleep.

Good night sweet friends.  Sleep tight and may you be reminded that He who is the maker of the moon cares for you and all the things you have to do!