Perfect Timing

There's a saying that most Christains know very well. It goes something like, "God may not come when you want him, BUT He's always comes on time." I can certainly attest to that on many levels. However, more recently, this past week I was really feeling the need for a getaway. I needed some time just for me. Not me and the kids. Not me and my mom. Not me and and anybody else. Well, after some plans that I was trying to make fell through I turned my mind to look forward to the next best thing--a quiet weekend at home with the kids. I figured I'd give them something they'd been looking forward to first, then maybe they'd be cool with spending Saturday at home, you know, without pestering me about when we were going to go somewhere. So, I took them to see the new released movie they both wanted to see, "Dispicable Me." Much to the delight of my son, I even let my nephew tag along. Cool auntie, right :) Anyway, they got what they wanted on Friday and I got what I wanted on Saturday PLUS a bonus! My morning began with a brisk walk. When I got home, I put the children to work cleaning the house. In thd midst of our (mainly her) cleaning, my daughter and I were entertained with Lifetime Movie Network movies. It was shaping up to be a very relaxed and quiet afternoon. Out of nowhere my sister calls me up and asks if my daughter could come over to her house to braid her hair (yep, my baby's got skills!) and of course I said yes and insisted that my son tag along to so he could play with his little cousins. It only made sense. And just like that I got a few hours to myself--all to myself! So, even though I thought I needed an entire weekend to myself, God saw fit to give me a few hours and I couldn't have been more greatful!

Here's a First--Thank God it's Monday!

It's very much out of the norm for me to be ready for Sunday to come to an end. Sunday's are usually the best day of the weekend for me because I relax most of the day. Unfortunately, this relaxtion routine entailed slacking up in regular church attendance, but I'm working on rectifying that, especially after the hard-hitting sermon my pastor delivered about the importance of regular church attendance.

Anyway, my weekend got off to a great start! I was hangin' with my honey on Friday--dinner at Southern Fires, a social drink & some dancing at Mitch's, a neighborhood bar, and then on to Motor City Casino. Needless to say, it was a full and fun night. Saturday was cool too. With my kids spending the night at my mom's, I got a chance to sleep in until 9AM (hey, mom's get excited about stuff like that :)) The weather was simply too beautiful NOT to do the leaves outside, so that's what the kids and I spent the afternoon doing. I didn't even care that all my daughter basically did was hold the bag while I did most of the work. I considered it a work out! Saturday night was supposed to be more hanging, but it didn't work out that way, and that was cool. I had absolutely no complaints.

Then Sunday rolls around. I figured my biggest challenge was going to be getting my tail to church (this would make 2 consecutive Sundays). But it wasn't challenging at all. I was up and ready to go. Then my daughter starts hollering my name from the basement while I was getting ready for church--I can't stand when she does that. Eventually I had to go to see what she wanted. The news wasn't good:( The damn dryer wasn't working. The motor was running, but there was no tumble action. I was instantly frustrated because my plan for the afternoon was to assemble my son's new bunkbed, NOT trying to troubleshoot whatever was wrong with the dryer. So when I got home from church, assembling that bed was exactly what I got started doing. To hell with the dryer! I was kind of hoping the problem would somehow resolve itself. Far reaching, I know, but a girl can dream, can't she???

Well, my dream would've been perfect if my daughter would've kept her mouth shut. "What are you gonna do with the dryer ma?" "I've got to dry my clothes, ma." "What am I going to where to school tomorrow, ma?" One question after another question. Sure, her concerns were valid, but GOSH, I couldn't resolve it, even if I tried, in one day WHEN I had another priority! I regret it now, but I lost my cool.

On top of the dryer and mouthy daughter issue, I had to deal with my honey's bad attitude. I really don't get why men agree to do things (help put the bed together), then when it's time, have an attitude about it. I won't stereotype ALL men, but that's how mine was acting and I didn't appreciate it. So, of course, I had to fuss at him too!

Do you understand why, now, I couldn't wait for Sunday to come to an end?