Yesterday was pretty sucktastic around the Kelley household. It actually started out good. Amon had his first speech therapy yesterday and I really like our therapist. Amon loved it. Huddy and Sol loved it. There was lots of paperwork and bubbles and it was fun. I feel like we are on the edge of finally hearing the thoughts running through his brain and I am soooo waiting in anticipation for those moments.
After therapy our day went down hill and I let it. I let it slip from my fingers without much of a fight and I let Satan win the day and steal my joy. Amon refused to sleep…not sure what’s up with him because he loves to sleep…but the dude was a hot irrational mess. I wanted to yell out to Jesus…”Jesus come now.” He was a spit fire, tired mess. Lots of tears.
I had one gazillion things I needed to get done and I accomplished approximately one of those. I needed so badly to run errands too…Walmart, Target, Michaels, the post office, Rite Aid, Kinkos and Hobby Lobby. Yep, that was my errand goal yesterday and we didn’t even leave our house.
Amon was suppose to be having minor out patient surgery this morning and then the hospital called and said we would have to re-schedule because our insurance is unsure of what initially they were going to cover with the surgery. Hmmmmm. Yes, this sent me right over the flippin’ edge. I may have used curse words once I hung the phone up. So now we’re waiting to get the official word from our glorious insurance company and then we will re-schedule.
I have decided there will be a level in hell in which people are given medical bills they are “suppose” to pay…I even used my quotation fingers when I typed that…and they will have to talk it over via phone with hell’s insurance company of choice. If you are one of those nice insurance people, well then I tip my hat to you and want to buy you lunch because 9.9 times out of 10 I get someone who has clearly had a bad day and they want to make me pay for it by trying to make the phone call as difficult as possible and making me feel as stupid as they possibly can while they are at it. There will also probably be a level in hell called “The Car Rider Line” Just sayin’.
Then Amon slipped and fell like a tree right into the corner of a door frame. The result was the most blood I have ever seen come from a kid. It was literally fountaining out of his forehead. A paper towel would not hold up and we had to use a dish towel. He was absolutely pitiful and we then monitored him for a concussion. No one wants a concussed kid. The picture does it no justice…the goose egg is huge and purple.
I then had a fight with our computer over pictures which had to be printed because they were due this morning. #procrastinationatitsbest
Finally won that battle after an hour long fight and headed out to Rite Aid to print the pictures Harper needed for school. And remember the long list of errands I wanted to run, well finally after 7 o’clock I got started on all those places. My one saving grace I had decided upon would be Target and I would end this no-so-great-day with a coke and Target popcorn. I am afraid I need to join Emotional Eaters Anonymous. And then, NO JOKE, after I paid for my Target goods, the concession area was closed. I wanted to fall to my knees and yell out in despair. But I held it together and walked out to my car. I called Ashley and told her I didn’t get my popcorn and coke. And then I saw three people walking out of Target with their popcorn which they apparently snagged before the concession place closed for the night and I may have voiced out loud to Ashley something along the lines of, “I could probably just run them over with my car and take their popcorn.” We laughed, but I was clearly not my best self yesterday.
I cried lots and lots yesterday. I made bad choices and said things I shouldn’t have said. If you saw me out last night, well I have no words. I know I was rockin’ those dirty sweats and giving off a very frazzled, smeared mascara around my eyes, this day is for the birds vibe.
But when we went to bed last night, Josh Kelley and I laughed. We laughed at what all had unfolded and we talked about the good things yesterday held because there were actually lots of good things, but I had chosen to camp out on all the undesirable things…the things which had not gone my way. I made the wrong choice yesterday and today I’m thankful for grace.
Today I’m making a different choice. I’m rolling with the punches and I’m trusting God with this crazy thing we’re doing called life. I’ve opted to celebrate the victories…the joys…big and small. Like the fact that dinner is already simmering in the crock pot despite it being incredibly hot and humid today. Soup on an August day, boom.
They boys and I are having lunch with Josh. I’ve been able to work on orders lately and I’m planning on creating today too. That makes my heart fly.
There are just too many things to be grateful and thankful for…we are crazy blessed in so many, many ways. Today I choose different than yesterday. Today I thank God for His goodness and mercy and for His grace…His grace which I so very much need. To heck with yesterday, today is a new day.
Happy Tuesday.
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