Speaking of…

Speaking of being vulnerable

My stupidity surprises me sometimes.

Thursday, Isaac had a doctor’s appointment after school.  I was well prepared for it.  I sent notes to school with the boys telling their teachers that I would pick them up from school and asking them to make sure they didn’t get on the bus.

We were also planning a garage sale for Saturday so I had a lot to do around the house.  I set an alarm on my phone for 3:00 so I would be sure to have time to get myself ready before I picked my kids up from school at 3:30.

I got a LOT done that day.  I worked hard and cleaned out every corner of Isaac’s room.  I went through all of the boys’ toys and separated them into Keep, Sell, and Trash piles.  I got rid of 5 trash bags full of garbage from Isaac’s room alone (how’s that for vulnerable?!).

I came to a stopping point around 2:40 and decided to hop in the shower since I had plenty of time before I needed to pick the kids up from school.

I turned on the shower and undressed and checked the clock one more time to make sure I was good to go.  It was 2:44 when I opened the shower door to step in.

Then it occurred to me.  MY KIDS GET OUT OF SCHOOL AT 2:30, not 3:30!!!!

WHAT WAS I THINKING?!

My body was shaking uncontrollably, as I threw back on my sweaty clothes and grabbed some sandals and hopped in the car.  I was still putting on my shoe as I pulled up to an empty parking lot at my kids’ school.  They were no longer waiting for me outside.

I threw my uncontrolled hair (see Vincent picture) in a ponytail as I rushed into the school.  The school secretary met me at the door with my kids and I smiled a thank you and walked the kids back to the car.

My foot didn’t stop shaking on the accelerator until I was halfway to the doctors office.  We made it just in time for our 3:15 appointment and all was good.  The kids had no idea that I had forgotten them.

Except, I never forgot them.  I was just an hour off on my timing that day!

I knew that the appointment was at 3:15. I specifically made it 45 minutes after the kids get out of school to give us plenty of time to get there.  And that’s what I was thinking about as I set my alarm that day, not the actual appointment time.

I have no idea how I thought my kids got out an hour later than they do every day (and have every day for the past three years!).

There is a God, friends! Thursday afternoon at 2:44pm, He showed up in my house.  And that’s all the proof I need.