I really did. I was trying to make things easier for myself by going out after dark to put gas in one of the cars, so I wouldn't have to drag 3 kids to the gas station in the summer heat tomorrow... and I ran over a curb and blew a tire. Tore up a tire. Apparently, not a cheap tire, either. I just made my upcoming week very difficult on so many levels, I can't even explain. If there was ever a bad time to do something like this, it was today.
I had to call my husband, who had to load up the kids and rescue me. By the time he got the spare on, he was wringing wet, even at 1:00 AM in the dark, it was so hot. I wanted to laugh so I wouldn't cry. But it was too important and my poor husband was... distressed... so laughing wouldn't have been a good idea. He had even offered to go fill up the car for me, but I wanted those few minutes to myself. I'd like to give them back now, please. I feel like such a girl.
I am sure it will work out in the long run. But in the short run, I am going to miss something that was very important to me in the morning, and that can't be fixed. God apparently has some plans to help me work on my humility, resignation and trust. I'm trying not to pout. But right now I am really seeing the "ruined" side of the tapestry of life. It's so easy to lose peace when things don't fall into place. I want my explanation (other than the fact that I was unusually careless, or blind, or both...). I want to know why these things happen when they do. It seems my patience is in need of some tweaking, too. I could write a whole post on just that one.
On the bright side, the kids had a ball watching Daddy change the tire in the middle of the night!!