No Emergencies

I awoke today with the wonderful mantra, "Life is not an emergency" thanks to Ann Voskamp.  

I awoke knowing that I would not hurry this life.  We headed to the doctor to have my little cherubs checked out, with great music blasting on the radio and the sun lighting our way. 

Then life happened.  

Two steps across the parking lot at the pediatrician, I found myself taking a close up view of the pavement.  With Sam snug in his sling, I had slipped on a pancake size swatch of ice and landed on my right side.  Those mother superhero response instincts had kicked in and I had shifted Sam to my left so that I didn't land on top of him.  Thank you, Jesus, for those instincts.  Now I just need a new right knee.  

Then life happened some more.  

Owen threw a delightful tantrum at the pediatricians office as they tried to get a good look at his eardrum, which was blocked by some pretty stubborn ear wax (do you love the visual?).  I am thankful that no bodily harm came to the employees there.  It wasn't a shining moment as a mom when the doctors parting words were, "He's a strong kid.  Hopefully, that strong will will help him in life."  Great.  Thanks.  Can you prescribe any medication for me? 

Then life happened a bit more.

Sam ate two suckers while Owen was throwing his fit and no adult was paying attention.  Don't try to strap a 20 month old in a car seat after they have eaten a sugary treat.  Trust me.

Then life happened even more. 

One pitiful prescription at the drug store was 65 dollars.  Seriously? 

Then life continued with more.

In the grocery store (don't ask me why I thought it would be a good idea to go there at this point) Sam grabbed every item I put in the cart and threw it on the floor.  Who designed shopping carts to allow this to happen?  I let him eat a cookie for a distraction and that lasted about 2 minutes. Ella and Owen repeatedly disobeyed my loving instructions to not run away from me.   Why, oh why, did I go grocery shopping?  

Then life happened again.  

As I unloaded the groceries from the car, Sam took this opportunity to clean the toilet with my toothbrush and toothpaste.  He was out of my sight long enough for me to walk out the door, pick up three bags and come back inside.  This boy must have inheirited my super powers becuase he is so fast.  Then I realized I bought the wrong milk.  Fantastic.  

So, this is life.  No emergencies.  Just life.  

But the sun was shining and our dear friend from Minnesota was coming to dinner.  Thank goodness for a wonderful change of pace and smiling face to snap me out of life.  We drowned ourselves in steaks...mmmm....steaks, and baked sweet potatoes, and homemade bread, and jalapeno artichoke dip, and molten chocolate cakes with fresh whipped cream, and great conversation.  Can you believe that Jason has been friends with him for 25 years?  Amazing.  

Tomorrows mantra is the same.  No emergencies.  Just life.  Bring it. 

I really love our life.