This is shaping up to be one of those days where things just don’t fall into place, where you have to push and shove and jam every puzzle piece and hope it will lock into the right spot–because if not, it’s locked into the wrong spot and God help you when you try to get it back out.
I’m going to need a little extra help today–not because anything big has gone wrong, but those little things are going to be the death of me. For example:
- The Kid missed the bus. Again. I didn’t want to have to leave to drive him, because…
- We have a contractor coming to do some repair work around here. He spoke to Hubs yesterday while I was not home. Hubs told me the contractor would be here today, but hadn’t asked the guy what time he’d be here. I don’t do uncertainty well in circumstances like this.
- Middle Sister woke up and told me that the contractor had said he would not be here today but would start on Thursday.
- I found this out just 10 minutes too late to be able to get to daily Mass (which, I’m sure we can all agree, I could have used).
- I have to untangle some stupid prescription red tap regarding pen needles for The Kid’s insulin. I placed an order yesterday with our long-term prescription plan, who apparently contacted the endocrinologist for confirmation, who sent the renewed script to CVS, who cannot fill it because we have to use the long-term prescription source for stuff like this. I’m already 2 phone calls into the process. What’s the over/under on how many more I’ll need to make before it’s worked out?
All stupid little things, so why am I sitting here ready to break out in tears over them?
And the walls came tumbling down.
Not the walls of my home (thank God!) but the emotional walls that I use to hold everything in and keep it all together. Sometimes there is just way too much for those walls to hold. And usually it’s some stupid little thing that causes them to cave in.
Who’s the patron saint of people who sweat the small stuff? Maybe it’s Martha:
Martha, you are anxious about many things. –Luke 10:41
That’s me, in a nutshell.
Art: Erasmus Quellinus II [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons