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A short synopsis of a bad day

First off I got up late. You know how that always starts everything off on the wrong foot? I had to take Cody (our yellow lab) out as my husband didn’t have time to before work and we don’t have his area fenced off right now because the garage is down. While I’m out there, I see this man walking towards the front on the house holding a bright green paper. It was another parking violation for my car! We had already worked with the building department to give us time to get the parking situation worked out and in the meantime we were given the go-ahead to park slightly into our front lawn so that our tenants could park in the driveway too. In our town, if you park on the street at night you get a ticket. We found that out the hard way. Anyway, we got a verbal “6 month” leeway to park the way we were. Bought the demolition permit and tore down the garage. There’s been a ton of work going on outside and around our house and we’re not going to take nearly the time allowed. But someone on our street is complaining so “they have to do something about it” because of that. So their 6 months meant more like 1 week. Prayer #1 sent up. For patience.

Then I tried making my Almond PB cookies. I doubled the batch and apparently, which I learned immediately after, you can’t double the batch and expect them to work the same. They didn’t. They were greasier and chewier. But not chewier in a good way. Then I tried making my blueberry coconut muffins and decided to split the olive oil (since I was about out) with half coconut oil – without realizing the eggs were cold. As soon at the oil hit the eggs – BAM, little boulders of coconut oil floating around. Grrrr. They baked weird too, but the texture isn’t as bad as the cookies. It’s more cake like, yet greasy. Prayer #2 – for courage to keep trying.

So I was frustrated from all that and decided to go relax in the living room for a few minutes. I called Cody out of his kennel (which he whines and whines to get out of then when the door is open he goes back and stays in it) and he fell asleep on the living room floor. All was calming down and I was almost regrouped enough to try more baking.

Suddenly Cody jumps up and flies out of the room. Startled, I look up from my computer just in time to see a huuuuge puddle of urine sinking into the carpet. He also sprayed the couch and then my foot as I had jumped up to get him outside.


He had just been out. I have NO idea what happened, I just knew now I had to watch him outside (no fence yet remember) and get that out of the carpet a.s.a.p. So I spent the next hour and half running up and down two flights of stairs in between scrubbing the living room carpet. Which then meant I had to scrub the hall carpet too. And of course vacuum it all (sans the ‘puddle spot’) first.

Then something else happened. I don’t even remember what it was now, but it made me ready to lose a few curly strands via clenched fists. Immediately music popped into my mind:

I lost my keys, in the great unknown,

Call me please, cause I can’t find my phone…

This is the stuff that drives me crazy,

This is the stuff that’s getting to me lately,

In the middle of my little mess,

I forget how big I’m blessed….”

I don’t even know if that’s in the right order or if they’re the right words, but I sang that song in my head and out loud for the rest of the day.

John 16:33 says: “These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”

I thought “boy am I having tribulation” but in reality yes it inconvenienced me and yes it wasn’t the ‘optimal’ day, but I humbly admit how silly that thought was. I realize there are so many things worlds worse than my little pitfalls of the day. I am blessed. Bigly. (That’s actually a word.)

To end that day I had a good night at our church’s Wednesday night youth group meeting and then a good night with my handsome husband, who just happens to be the biggest and bestest (that’s not a ‘correct’ word) blessing in my life. So the moral of this story is to take a step back when you’re in the middle of ‘one of those days’ and realize God uses each and every situation. Maybe He’s teaching you something awesome through it. Maybe it’s just so you can look at everything ELSE in your life and say wholeheartedly “I am blessed”. 🙂 Don’t give up. Just like me, you’re here for a reason. 😉

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Tiffany H

Hi! I'm Tiffany, mama to the handsomest little boy and sweetest little girl, and wife to the best man ever. I love my Savior, being a housewife, mama and personal 'bakist' to the hubby, living naturally, and making real food taste yummy. I hope you enjoy this little glimpse into my crazy, happy life. Join me on the journey, let's get to know each other!

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