I can say I am now a much better planner, although there are those who judge me often which may disagree, I know where I came from and I know where I am heading...God is my witness and that is ALL that matters. That being said, being better still doesn't make perfect and people can still let you down.
Feeling good about putting a plan in place over a month in advance, I sat back believing all was well. I did not have a "plan B" I did not see a need to, silly me. Also plan B was not really an option, plan A maxed out my resources.
My husband and I are far form made of money and when a plan which costs us very little backfires at the last minute and leaves us with our only options being; a huge expense or putting others in an imposition which makes it appear we were not on top of our game...unfortunately we must opt for the attempt to have others at an imposition too.
THAT being said, my attempts to "de-stress" my life from all unnecessary stress gets thrown out the window, and then add some pregnancy hormones on top and we have a not so great start to a week. However the bright side of this all is...my character is intact. I have not compromised who I am and what I believe. What does this stem from? My civic duty to serve on a jury.
I enjoy learning things and I enjoy doing what is needed, being involved in what takes place in our government. When asked if there were any hardships our family may experience as a result, I listed the lack of daycare for our children and the lack of funds to support daycare if needed and the cost of gas. This was an honest answer and one which was not of concern to our system. They do pay...2-4 weeks AFTER the duty has been fulfilled and the payment is far below the cost incurred if you are like me, a SAHM who has no need for a sitter and the people she knows and trusts are all NOT SAHMs, a woman who usually only makes out of town trips once every two weeks and tries to get all her things done at once to save on gas, who's husband is frequently on call and cannot be counted on as a care provider for the children, whose income makes it so we are living pay check to pay check.
Since the system does not recognize this as a hardship, and I am called to serve I have only two choices, do it or lie. I don't lie...so I serve, give God praise for the experience, pray for provision, peace in a crazy mess and thank Him for the people willing to make a sacrifice to help out in this time of chaos.
While the jury duty crisis is ongoing so is "normal" life. My 8 yr old is still experiencing the symptoms of ODD, ADHD and PTSD. So while trying to hold all the everyday last minute planning together I have a toddler which believes the world revolves around her every need...the case of many toddlers and an 8yr old who also believes the world revolves around him and his every need. Oh and there is the cell phone...yes, the nasty intrusion to life...which I am trying to not answer in times of chaos. This may seem selfish, but really it is for everyone's protection. I do not have to yell over my children screaming and I do not have to feel bad when I am rude or not attentive on the phone due to the chaos around me. For some people their children can be hanging from the chandeliers and it doesn't seem to phase them...I am not "some people" it DOES phase me and I cannot focus on any one thing well while this is going on. Answering the phone is NOT fair to anyone involved. (side note...I am not saying people are an intrusion, as long as the understand a cell phone doesn't mean I should be available 24/7)
This being said I am asked for a banana from my toddler while we are home. The store is not far and I like bananas too...it is a good request. I get the children suited up for leaving the home and we go to get some bananas. Just as we arrive in the parking lot I get a phone call, this one I answer and ask if I can call back when I am done, then mid-sentence the other line beeps in, I miss that caller and decide it is best to just call back later when I am home. While in the store at the check out, I can feel the eyes of a man on me and the children. He appears to be smiling...but in sort of a shocked way, as I attempt to redirect my children from touching and grabbing everything in site and stopping the transaction a few times to get my toddler who is walking off and interested in what her brother who is not listening to instructions is doing. I am sure at this point I look like the worst mom in the world and to top it off they can all tell there is another child on the way. BUT, if there is one thing I have learned through all the stares I have gotten since my sons first two year old public meltdown to all his present public meltdowns, it's that God is my judge. I know I am not always the Jesus to my children I need to be, but I am a work in progress and
Philippians 1:6
I am sure of this, that He who started a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
I allow myself to learn from my mistakes and to take each experience and grow from it. My mind can tend to wonder off to the "Why me Lord? Why was I placed in an authority position over a child who seems as though they would do better being born to a Dr. or just a person who is naturally perking and able to always speak calmly and without sarcasm." Then I realize...I am not God, and He chose me and He chose my children and their personalities to be with me, under my care and guidance. Although from the outside looking in I look like more of a mess than I am, and although many people see me at my most stressed out moments when there is MUCH to critique...God seems me 24/7 every moment of my life and of their lives and He knows this momma's heart, her struggles, weaknesses and strengths and HE alone is judge. He is just and such a patient Father to me. He guides me and strengthens me. Most importantly to my sanity...He forgives me...Thank God He forgives.
I allow myself to learn from my mistakes and to take each experience and grow from it. My mind can tend to wonder off to the "Why me Lord? Why was I placed in an authority position over a child who seems as though they would do better being born to a Dr. or just a person who is naturally perking and able to always speak calmly and without sarcasm." Then I realize...I am not God, and He chose me and He chose my children and their personalities to be with me, under my care and guidance. Although from the outside looking in I look like more of a mess than I am, and although many people see me at my most stressed out moments when there is MUCH to critique...God seems me 24/7 every moment of my life and of their lives and He knows this momma's heart, her struggles, weaknesses and strengths and HE alone is judge. He is just and such a patient Father to me. He guides me and strengthens me. Most importantly to my sanity...He forgives me...Thank God He forgives.
Special hugs to all mommas and daddies alike, who are feeling overwhelmed and misunderstood, God has got your back, trust in Him and draw nearer to Him and He will draw nearer to you.