Who's Keeping Score?

My washing machine is oddly quiet today for a Monday. It is this peace this morning that I thought for sure was setting the right tone for a Monday morning.

After a little quiet time at home with my favorite little man, it was time to pack up and head to the pediatrician for our 5 year old check up and…dum, dum, dum… vaccinations. Ugh! I had already softened the blow with the little man by promising a stop by the new Donut Factory on the way home. Soothing all hurts with food? You better believe it!

Now to my defense, I thought his vaccinations were all caught up until he turns 12 years old. I was surprised when I received a note in his cubby at school stating that he needed updated vaccinations ASAP. I made the call and got the first available appointment, no problem. Our favorite nurse practitioner, who has truly been a blessing in our lives, came in happy to see us but I could tell there was something different in the way she looked at me this visit. I realized quickly that it was the, “Oh bless your heart” look. She saw my ever expanding belly and quickly gave me the sympathetic smile and kind explanation that Cooper does not need any vaccinations until he is 12 years old and in fact, our insurance won’t cover this visit because we were there for our physical less than a year ago….oops. She was so kind and sympathetic and we agreed that she never saw me and I could graciously leave out the back door and pretend that none of this ever happened.

Cooper’s response? “Baby Brain”. Of course!

So although I was slightly embarrassed, I was actually more proud that I had remembered that Cooper was all caught up until 12 years old. Given my batting record lately, I say 1 point for Mommy!!

The rest of the day was somewhat uneventful until dinner time. I am pretty sure that Mommy earned her second point when I remembered to buy light bulbs at the store today to replace the light over my stove. In fact, there may even be a bonus point for this one because I remembered the light bulbs even though they weren’t on my list. Oh Yeah Baby! She shoots, she scores! 

I thought I would multitask and change the light while I started browning the meat for our dinner. As I was unscrewing the bulb, I started to think, “I should probably move the meat off the stove just in case the casing around the light happens to F-A-L-L-L-L-L…Nooooooo!”.

Not completely surprised that the casing shattered in my hand given that it is the same casing that has been there since the house was built in the early 70s. So what happened to the dinner below? It unfortunately became victim to not only the plastic shavings but also to (and I am so embarrassed to admit this) a large amount of small bugs that apparently gather in that plastic because they are drawn to the light. This is the point in the post that you are free to excuse yourself and go clean out your light casing. No really… I can wait!

The sad thing is that I actually starred at the meat for an excessive amount of time trying to determine if I could scrap off the top layer and still justify serving it for dinner. No worries, I discarded every last bit of it and decided to go to the “back up” frozen chicken nuggets in my spare freezer. I was quite proud that I remained so calm, cool and collective and quickly moved to plan B. Another point for Mommy!

After awhile in the oven, I was thinking that the nuggets just weren’t getting as crispy as I had hoped for so I decided to put them under the broiler while I took care of a few details in the garage. Lesson number 1: NEVER walk away from food when it is under the broiler. The nuggets were quickly transformed into blackened hockey pucks that not even the most creative mommy could have disguised. The burning smell must’ve alarmed my daughter as she appeared from nowhere patting my shoulder saying, “That’s OK mommy, we like burned nuggets”. Ha! Laugh or cry? Good question. We had a good laugh over the ever changing dinner menu and everyone was great sports about carefully choosing which pucks they wanted and which ones they thought were not as burned as the others. Even my husband was gracious about the whole event when he arrived home, especially since he starred at the nuggets from a "safe distance" saying, "what's that?".

After airing out the burning smell from my kitchen, my mind quickly revisited my devotion from earlier today. Here is a quick exert from Jesus Calling by Sarah Young:

April 2^nd

I have promised to meet all of your needs according to my glorious riches. Your deepest most constant need is for My Peace. I have planted Peace in the garden of your heart, where I live; but there are weeds growing there too: pride, worry, selfishness, unbelief. I am the Gardener and I am working to rid your heart of those weeds…..Thank me for troublesome situations; the Peace they can produce far outweighs the trials you endure.”

Remember my “peaceful” morning? It’s still there; however, if anyone is keeping score I think I may have lost all of the points I earned throughout the day. Thank you Jesus for never taking a moment away from pulling my ever growing weeds in this foggy brain of mine! I guess it’s good no one’s keeping score…especially you Lord!

Kelly

xoxoxo