Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming....

For those of you who own the Disney movie "Finding Nemo" and have not stopped to listen to the banter at the beginning while the movie is waiting for you to press play from the start menu you must, it's hilarious!! My life right now, on the other hand, is anything but.

I'm reminded on a daily basis to "just keep swimming, swimming, swimming..." (a famous quote from Dory in "Finding Nemo" in case you didn't know) Simply getting through the day sane is a challenge right now. Tim is, for the most part, recovering well...but he still can't do many of the things he has always done...like carrying S. to her own bed when she falls asleep in ours, or pulling wet carpet out of our closet after our washer springs a leak.

Yes, you "heard" that right. Yesterday afternoon I discovered a wet spot on the carpet in my bedroom closet. I promptly swore at the cat under my breath and sprayed it with Odoban and threw a towel on it. I came back later to finish the job and the spot was bigger....and it trailed from the back wall. I know, I know...those of you who know me are amazed I could SEE that it trailed from the back wall given the normal state of my closet floor but I COULD! So, being the wonderful mother that I am I roused my kids from their slumber (they had just gone to bed...they weren't really asleep) and made them clean out the closet (okay, they dumped it all into buckets that are still strewn around my living room)...it became abundantly clear as J. jumped up and down on the carpet and proclaimed it "cool" and "squishy" that we had a slightly larger problem on our hands. So...I pulled out the box cutter, cut the carpet across the doorway (thankfully it hadn't quite made it that far yet), and started pulling up wet carpet, and even wetter padding, and mopping up the remaining inch or two of water with any towel the kids could find and throw at me.

SIGH

I finally finished up and put two fans in the closet to dry out the remaining water and soggy floorboards and sat on the couch to veg in front of a DVD.

Guess what???

The DVD player is broken. It won't read any disc. I tried several. Possibly a dozen before I gave up.

Put one foot in front of the other...."just keep swimming, swimming, swimming...." BREATHE!!!

It's just been one of those weeks. Hopefully, next week will be better.

When the going gets tough...

The weak run and hide.

Or they want to.

I wanted to hide this morning.

It was youth Sunday and my dd1, as a newbie in the youth group, had to be at church at 8:50. The morning started off with the realization that I had overslept. This in and of itself wasn't huge until I tried to move a box of candles, and tripped over a shoe left on the floor. Unable to catch myself because of my bad knee, I fell and so did the box of candles (in glass jars) and one of them broke. It was for a customer. >>sigh<< I'm going to have to buy a new one, and I don't even like the scent so I don't know what I'll do with the broken one. >>sigh, sigh<< After cleaning up the broken glass off the floor, I hurried to grab my keys and get out the door...we could still get there in time...we jumped in my van (you know, the one that's less than two years old?) the battery wouldn't start!! >>sigh, sigh, sigh<< I shuffle my dd1 off into her dad's car, which doesn't have air conditioning, and it's at least 110 degrees out at this point even though it's only 8:45 in the morning!! I dropped my dd off at church and turned around to go back home and get the rest of the tribe and bring them to church. Now at this point my make-up has completely run off my face and my dh has assured me he got the van to start so I went into the bathroom to fix my face. On the way out of the bathroom I tripped over a fan and fell AGAIN!! >>sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh<< I picked myself up (not an easy task when you can't put much weight on one leg) and shuffle off to the van...really not even WANTING to go to church at this point AND feeling a bit like a jinx...and, yes, you guessed it...the van wouldn't start. I helped my husband jump start the van and we roll off to church, which at this point has started 10 minutes ago. We get to church and drop off the three youngest at SS and walk down to the sanctuary only to have my dd run out bawling her head off. She didn't get a "job" because she was late and she was sure we weren't even coming. >>sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh<< In the end the day turned out okay. I talked my dd out of her hormonal hysterics. The service was nice, lunch at Rubio's was uneventful, and I talked my dh into going to Berean's to find a new novel to read while I'm sitting in doctor's offices in the next couple of weeks. I even got to take a short nap.

I had a friend email me some verses the other day:

Prov. 3:5,6
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own
understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct
your paths.

Philippians 4:4
Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoice!

and this one found me later today...
Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

Do you think God's trying to tell me something? Despite my morning it is still true that God is good, all the time...And with the help of HIS strength I've survived to say it one more time.

How was your Sunday?