This. just. happened.

Yesterday I had to run to Wal-Mart to get a few things and my worst nightmare could not have prepared me for the experience I was about to encounter. Okay, maybe I am being a little dramatic, but only a little.

Things were going as close to smooth as possible until I needed deli meat. It was our last stop before the checkout line and anyone with a small child knows that when you are in public your child is like a timer- the closer you get to the end of the trip the worse their behavior gets. Brooke had held herself together the whole time but now she was ready to get out of the cart and eat something. As I walked up to the counter, a pregnant woman and her husband sidled in beside me. I looked the other direction for about a millisecond and when I turned back to give my order they had somehow gotten the worker to wait on them first. It was irritating, but I brushed it off and told myself that maybe she was having a massive pregnancy craving and needed some deli meat ASAP. Ten minutes later when she was still deciding which meat she wanted by “sampling” each and every kind, I had lost most of my compassion. Meanwhile, Brooke had also lost her patience. As we waited in line while the couple ordered one lb. of three different types of meat, Brooke’s wines turned to shrieking which then turned to blood curdling screams. She dumped her cheerios on the ground and as I was crouched down, sweeping them off the oh-so sanitary Wal-Mart floor and into my purse, she began hitting me on the top of the head. All the psychology classes I have had in my lifetime cannot help when my child is having a fit at the grocery store. At this point I began to sweat. I don’t know if it was from the physical work of repeatedly picking up cheerios and things that were getting thrown out of the cart, or because my body was signaling a distress message to my brain. “Help! We’re under attack!”

About five hours later (or thirty minutes…really the same difference when you have a toddler with you), the couple finished getting their meat. I wanted so badly to inform the meat swindling pregnant lady that SHE would soon be the woman in Wal-Mart with a screaming child, but instead I just smiled politely and asked for my half lb of turkey. Brooke continued her tantrum all the way out to the car. As I was bent over and struggling to get this squirming, rage filled child into her car seat, a gust of wind caught my lose fitting shirt and actually blew it up, exposing my midriff plus some. My hands were tied up trying to strap in the wild child so it was a good thirty seconds before I could free them and pull my shirt down. Some fourteen year old kid made a cat call and I almost lost it. At that point I may have mumbled a choice word, and then I asked God if He was serious. Of course, He was. He was seriously trying to teach me patience…and I seriously needed the lesson. After arriving at home without somehow losing my mind, I vowed to never take Brooke grocery shopping again. However, I’m sure that in about two days we will run out of something and the whole cycle will replay in some fashion. Welcome to the world of being a mom.

Fireplace Makeover

After three years of living in this house and seeing an ugly fireplace every day of my life, I took the plunge(thanks to a little encouragement from my lovely neighbor who also tired of her drab fireplace).

"Oh don't paint it..." people cautioned, "the stone has such charm!" I disagreed. I know that perhaps one day someone else will live in this house and will wish the stone was still au natural, but they don't live here right now. I do. I say goodbye ugly 80's and hello white. I love the power of white paint. This took about three coats of white Kilz and a lot of patience. The ends definitely justified the means. The best part about this dramatic change is that it cost less than 20$!

Day 30: 5 good things that happened since you started the challenge

I have made it to day 30! I'll be honest, I was convinced this day would never come. This challenge seemed to drag on longer than a toddler's tantrum in church. Nonetheless, here we are, so now I get to be an optimist and focus on five good things.

1. I got a chance to sing worship on stage with North Point Church's Music and Creative Arts team. Actually I got two chances, and I will have one more chance this Sunday. After that I am not going to be singing with them anymore because the hours they put in are crazy! Talk about dedication.

2. I finished three more graduate classes. Check. Check. Check. Now only five hundred more, or something like that.

3. I had a very spiritual encounter one night when I was praying hard and reading God's word. One day I might share more about it on here, but right now I just want to say that God is amazing and very close to us.

4. I painted our ugly 80's fireplace white, and it makes a huge difference in the living room. I love, love, love the results! That's another post that is coming soon too.

5. Thomas finished building Brooke's play house and did an awesome job! Now we have the best little play house in the neighbor hood. So thankful to have a husband that is such an amazing dad.




The end!