Flubbed up today. Just another one to add to the list, I suppose. One day far, far, far into the future I will be mature and wise enough to laugh at this stuff. Just not today...
At approximately 2:06 pm, I was running behind and rushed down the stairs to hop into my car to pick up Caitlin. Rushing and running = no keys.
No keys. No spare discreetly placed outside. Husband 2.5 hours away. One baby girl expecting to see her momma pull up to the sidewalk in a black Chevy Malibu in t minus 22 minutes.
Blessing from above, the school is seriously within walking distance. Needless to say I had a few moments to go over what a bonehead Mommy I can be.
I have locked her in the house - me outside watching her 2 year old self hold the keys up to the lock and giggle.
I have locked her in the car - me outside, in the middle of Fink's parking lot while she was strapped into her car seat and I contemplated breaking the window to get to her.
And I have now locked both of us out of the house. That's not even the tippy tip of the ice berg of my faux pas.
She is riding her bike in the sunshine washed driveway, thoroughly enjoying herself. So, no major damage from seeing her mother huff and puff up the sidewalk with a pink fleece tied around her abundant hips. I will count that as a victory.
Something else dawned on me too....the devil may laugh at my mistakes and my quirks. He may tell me I am a screw up and that every misstep I make equals failure. And he does and lots of times, I am gullible enough to listen.
But today, loud and clear, I heard the voice of the Creator of my soul, the One who loves me beyond measure tell me to laugh too. He has made me exactly the way I am. There is a purpose to my absolute lack of perfection in any realm of my life.
It ended up being a sweet time of reminders of His provision: school close enough to walk to, the opportunity to show my girl that nothing will keep me from getting back to her, a sweet family friend who is currently enroute with my mom's key to our house, and the two sweet ladies who offered to drive us home.
He takes care of everything, ya'll. Right down to this 60 degree afternoon in December. He is good!
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