Shut Up and Hold On!

So, I have been struggling with quite a few things lately. When it rains, it pours, as they say.

First, the cooties have run rampant in my house, causing every single one of us to be home from school or work for at least two days each, which means for mommy and daddy, more than that, since the kids can’t stay home by themselves.

Just as that is beginning to clear up and everyone is getting back to a regular routine, I get notice that my daycare provider is closing up shop, so I need to find somewhere else to take my youngest son (and sometimes my oldest, when school is closed).

I asked my husband to take Jack to the doctor (because of the sore on his nose that wouldn’t heal) because I was in a time crunch at work, so couldn’t leave because I had to meet a deadline before 5pm. On the way to the doctor, Michael’s car quit working. A dear friend came and picked him up, picked up my youngest son and took them both to the doctor and dropped them off there to wait for me to pick them up.

Was late leaving work (meeting that deadline) and had to rush and pray that I could make it from my work to my oldest’s school to pick him up before they started charging by the minute if I am late. I made it by the skin of my teeth and then headed off to pick up Daddy and Baby at the doctor.

Then, though Jack is over all his cooties, now we find out that he has impetigo, from the raw and cracked sore on his nose from wiping it when he DID have cooties. So he’s back on an antibiotic and can’t go to daycare until the meds are really doing work in his system. So Daddy’s home for another couple days.

And we are down to one car…

And AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I had a break down last night.

You know, I am glad that God allows us to get mad and scream and cry and throw a fit. Because that’s what I did last night. I got mad at Hubby because he was giving me platitudes like, “God’s got this,” and “All things work to the greater good…”. Then I got home and read some emails that said some of the same things…and I just threw up my hands, went into my bedroom and cried. None of these things helped me…none of these things gave me money or fixed the car or made the problems go away…

But that’s not what God promises.

I will tell you though, by the time I woke up this morning, God was saying, “Have you calmed down enough to listen yet? Because, if you will look at your situation, you will see that I have fixed some things for you…and created a way for the others to be fixed too.”

Because Baby has to be home anyway, we don’t need two cars until next week. Hubby was able to get hold of another dear friend that will help him fix the car on Saturday (saving us hundreds of dollars). I have the names of three ladies that are willing to take Baby so I can still go to work…and Hubby and I are working a real budget and getting serious about saving money so we aren’t here again. Neither one of us was really taught well (in practice) how to save. We were told over and over, but never really shown or helped to in a practical way. So, though we are late to the game, we are learning.

And as for being mad at Hubby for the platitudes…well, I knew then and I know now:

God’s got this. I just have to shut up and hold on.