Disaster...

My morning pretty much made me want to throw up. Well, ok, maybe it wasn't that bad. But at the time, it seemed pretty bad!

Charis woke up at 6:30 this morning to be fed which is very unusual for her. However the good part about it was that she slept until 9:45! But I don't function well when I have to wake up before the sun! Soon after Cayman woke up (around 8:45 or so), Ian called to discuss/talk through an event which starts tomorrow. I am actually very excited about the event because it sounds like so much fun to me! We're calling it the Mini Moo Hunt, and mall customers search through the mall for 10 of our stuffed cows. Once a customer finds the cow, they return the cow to its "herd" and receive a free meal for all their hard work rounding up our cow. We'll do this hunt every Friday during October. (Doesn't that sound like fun?? I'm sad we don't really get to participate!) Well, the REAL reason Ian was calling was to basically ask me to change something on the tags we made to attach to the cow. But what he didn't realize was that I couldn't just change it (due to some really boring technical issues that I won't get into in my blog); I had to start from scratch and recreate them! Normally I would have LOVED to do that because creating stuff on the computer is my thing. I really enjoy doing it. But this morning, we had already made plans to go out to lunch for a friend's birthday luncheon. And we had to leave by 10:45 to get there in time. So that meant I had to hurry and finish Ian's thing, then rush around getting the kids fed and dressed to go out, get myself ready, and then in the van by 10:45. We amazingly got in the van at 10:44. Shocking. I know. Basically what I'm saying is that I don't like to rush. I like to take my time. I'm weird. I know that also.

So we get to the restaurant, (as we're pulling up, I realize this is my first time taking both kids to a restaurant by myself), I order our food at the counter (while Cayman sits with sweet Mrs. Ann), and am able to go get my drink and a couple of crackers for Cayman without incidence. I remember thinking, "I can do this. This isn't that hard! What was I worried about?" I go back to the table, give Cayman his crackers and the crayons and coloring sheet, then our pager went off, so I took Charis' food to the drink tower on my way to get my food. I mixed it with water, take her food and my tray of food back to the table. Here is where I made my mistake. You see, when I placed the tray on the table, I failed to place it ALL the way on the table. So my wonderful, food-loving son reached for a chip from our plate while I was mixing squash into the oatmeal cereal, and BAM! There goes the tray which was holding my sandwich, chips, a cup of salsa, and Charis' food. All over my chair. All over the floor. All in the diaper bag (which means, all over Boo, my phone, the keys, my nursing cover, the outside of the diaper bag...which I got for my birthday...which is leather with the kids' baby pictures designed on the bag...). Needless to say, I was not thrilled and a little flustered. Thankfully the sweet ladies I was with helped out as much as they could...offering napkins, taking care of Charis amid the chaos. But there wasn't too much they could do. Someone came and cleaned my chair and the floor. Thankfully we made it through the rest of our lunch without any other major catastrophes...unless you consider Cayman pooping a major catastrophe. Which sometimes I do!!! (And may I just say how difficult it was for me NOT to grab my camera out of the diaper bag and take a picture of the mess to post on my blog this evening! I'm telling you. I'm addicted.)

Once we got home, the rest of the day went by smoothly and was very enjoyable. And taught me a bit about my "disastrous" morning.



We invited Tricia and the girls over for supper tonight. We haven't seen them since Corey's funeral. They went out of town to visit family for a couple of weeks. So we were excited to see them tonight. Cayman had so much fun. I think he pretty much had a smile plastered on his face the entire night. I honestly don't know when I've seen that child so happy! The girls love playing with him and showing him all kinds of attention. And he just eats it up! They are so sweet to him. I am thrilled they came over, and we had the chance to talk to Tricia some about Corey's passing. What an incredibly strong woman! I admire her strength during this time in her life. I'm glad they came over after I had such a "disastrous" morning. Because it helped me see how un-disastrous my morning truly was. Cayman spilled salsa everywhere. Big whoop! I have a son who is able to eat! Who loves to eat! Who is happy and healthy. I also have a daughter who is a great baby, who also loves to eat, and who is happy and healthy, also! Not only that, I have an amazing husband, who works hard, who loves and cherishes me, who loves his children, and who loves his Savior. I have so much to be thankful for! And I waste so much time worrying about such petty things in life when so many other people are truly suffering and going through horrible hardships! "On Christ the solid rock I stand. All other ground is sinking sand." I sang that to Charis tonight while I was putting her to bed, and it made me think about how everything around me is sinking away...or will sink away eventually. But my Christ. My Savior. He is my rock, my solid ground, my foundation! He will never pass away; he will never fail me!



So. I had a fantastic day. Because I have an amazing family, awesome friends, and a great life...despite the occasional tray falling on the floor. Or poop in the diaper.