What a Crazy Day!

Oh my.  I learned my lesson today.  When you pray for patience, God doesn't just make you more patient - He gives us more ways to PRACTICE patience!  At least that's what He does with me.

This morning started early after very fitful sleep.  Little Man is teething like mad - I can see 2 teeth about to pop through any minute - and has some sort of cold.  He's had a hard time nursing or drinking from a bottle.  He has a hard time sleeping - his snoring wakes him up.  He's mostly plesant during the day thankfully.  Well, after being up about 5 times last night, I wake to Little Man's foot hitting my eye as hard as he can.  Not on purpose.  Next, he tried to launch himself over me and off the bed head first and managed to crack his head off of mine.  Again not on purpose (Little Man is exactly why Dad says that babies are extremely cute bundles of pain).  So, we get up and out of bed. 

Thus begins the WHINING.  After three hours of whining, Little Man finally napped.  Next was lunch time and then more WHINING.  Did I mention he was whining.  All. Day. Long.  Throughout the whining, I was scrambling trying to find warranty paperwork.

My lovely new front loading washer that I got this summer for my birthday decided to stop working.  Finally, around 2pm, Little Man is content enough for me to call (and I am over nausea enough to speak safely).  Thankfully, it is under warranty and will be covered in full.  The downside - the technician cannot come until Friday.  Sometime between, uh, let's say, 8am and 5pm.  So, the laundromat is now in our plans for Thursday.  We're out of underpants.  And regular pants.  And tops.  Today was my laundry day.

We spent the afternoon picking Hubby up from the car repair place.  We shall find out in the next few days if my old car (that Hubby so graciously drives to work daily) will continue living or if it will be retired thus making us a one-car family for awhile.

Wonderful Hubby happily watched Mr. Whiny-head for the evening so I could go to a Wind Ensemble rehearsal for our concert tomorrow.  It's always wonderful to have a little "me" time!  On the way home, in a deluge, on switchbacks in the mountains, I had a lovely person follow me.  The whole way home - almost.  This wonderful person would either flash his lights or follow too closely for me to see his lights. 

It was at this moment that I realized that when I am driving alone, I am scarily like my father.  Hubby gently mentioned that I could have just pulled over to let this guy pass.  Well, first of all, I couldn't see far enough ahead to pull over on the very few safe spots.  Secondly, this guy had to learn that he couldn't just tell people to get out of his way.  I didn't drive like a snail, though I was tempted.  I didn't flip him the bird, though I was also tempted.  (What a way to end a trying day but with a chance to practice patience WHILE DRIVING!)  I kept up a reasonable speed on these roads.  Once he found the only legal passing place, he zoomed past and I caved.  I laid on the horn for a long time.  I got somewhat close and kept my high beams on the rest of the way. 

Ugh.  I have so much growing to do.  Just when I get all pious feeling where I am so proud of how I handled myself throughout the day, it never fails that He knocks me back into reality with a test.  I failed this one!  Praying that next time I can restrain myself even more.