Good Samaritans do still exist. This morning I was running errands for work and I thought I would do one for me that would take a minute and it was only a minute out of my way. I ran into my pastor's office, dropped off the ashes for Ash Wednesday, and ran back to my truck. It wouldn't start. Oh no! This is my punishment for doing this on work time. I knew it was wrong to do it, but I had done it anyway, and here was my punishment. I got out messed with some wires close the battery and it started right up. Thank you God, I said. Yeah, no. As soon as I started driving it died on me again. It took all my strength to pull the truck over to the curb and out of traffic. I got back out and messed with the wires again. Nothing. I got back out and kept messing with them. Someone stopped. A nice looking guy in a business suit. He asked if I needed help. I told him I wasn't sure what was wrong. He parked his car and got out and came over and helped me. He looked at me and saw that I had black all over my khaki jacket, black all over my hands, and yet he in his business suit got out and helped me. He then offered me hand sanitizer to wash up with. He got it where he thought I could get somewhere to get it checked. Sure enough he had. All that needed done was for a cable to be tightened. This man did not have to stop, but he did. He didn't have to help, but he did. He didn't have to risk getting his nice suit dirty, but he took that risk to help another person out. Thank you, my good Samaritan, and may God bless you.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Why in the world is it so hard to get a 3 year old to bed? What are we doing wrong? Where have we screwed up as parents? This has been going on since she was 18 months old. And she has had the same bedtime routine since she was 6 months old. The doctors keep telling us it is a phase, or that we just have to find something that works for us. What phase lasts a year and a half, and nothing works for her? We go through our ups and downs. Sometimes she goes to sleep very easily and then there are nights where there are 2 hours of screaming, crying, bargaining, spanking, reverse psychology, etc. Last night was one of those nights. If she was eager to wake up the next morning I would not mind her staying up until she wore herself out, but she can stay up til midnight without passing out and she gets up cranky and crying when I wake her up to get her ready for daycare the next day. How can a child have so much power over you? I'm an adult. I'm almost thirty, and yet this tiny child can break me. I feel like such a failure. To make matters worse, I realize I have the same problem. As much as I do in a day I should pass out at 9:00 p.m. each night, but I can't. I just can't. Some nights I stay up til midnight. So she is just like her mom, however, I can't not wake up in the morning. I can't wake up ill and crying. What does this mean for her as she ages. Will she continue to have this problem?
Monday, February 23, 2009
As you can see, I'm new to this. Just joined so that I can vent. I want to be able to totally be myself and express what I feel and how I feel. At the present time I don't have too much to vent even though there is a lot going on. My husband and I must have hit the seven year itch or something b/c things aren't the best between us, but we are working on it. We have lost that spark and amidst raising toddlers, working, and committments to the church I need to feel connected to him. I need our spark back! We are going away this weekend on a Christian retreat weekend with Q & S so hopefully that will help us. We will be going back to a place that S and I took our husbands on a surprise Valentine's weekend. We planned the whole trip and even packed for them without them knowing a thing. We told them we were going to dinner and actually drove for like 4 hours before reaching Helen, GA. It was a great weekend, very romantic. However, that was also before kids. Sometimes it gets hard not getting lost being more of a mother than a wife. I guess I need to find a better balance. Here lately I've been blaming it all on him, but I guess I'm to blame as well. Last night I tried. All four of us had a candlelite dinner. We drank our tea and coke out of wine glasses. My oldest daughter got a special glass that looked like Mommy and Daddy's as well. She thought she was so big.