But other than that, yesterday morning gave me a good laugh when my daughter came downstairs and popped her head in the door while I was running:The doom of the guitar came later when I had the kids take a school break and I went to take a mommy break and practice guitar. Then the whole day swirled into freakdom, but I still managed to iterate to my son that a.) I am not perfect, I am just as prideful as he is b.) I make hordes of mistakes on a daily basis c.) he does not get Game Cube back until Thursday. I also managed to still finish up school with the Girl even though it was nearly seven o'clock.
Dear Sir and I finished watching the disturbing documentary called Jesus Camp, I nursed my knee that I can not run on today, and oh yeah, folded laundry. Let's not forget that I made two separate meals because the power went out right at dinner time (directly after I talked to Dear Sir before he left for work and told him I would make him fried chicken), so I made a tray of chicken nuggets for the kids, poured myself a glass of wine, and made fried chicken, biscuits, vegetables, and even dessert once the power kicked back on around six. It was dark. Very dark. And my Oldest insisted on playing dark scary music on the piano while I scurried around trying to light all the candles I had. Except---I didn't get to light ALL the candles, you see, because the Girl misplaced my tea lights that I had---everysingleoneofthem----and she happened to be next door at the neighbor girl's house. I sent Eraser Eater out with the flash light to ask her where the heck she put them all. By that time, the power came back on. Next time.
And as I was washing the dishes after dinner I reflected on the fact that I did not have the tea lights---I did not have all the candles. I did not have as many as I would have wanted available. And I thought about my friend, who always has snow boots and snow suits and whatnot for her kids when it snows, and me, who has nothing because it only snows twice a year here if that and I don't want to spend the money or time trying to find it all cheap. And then I realized that I am a person that lacks preparation because I am so ridiculously forgetful, and then that depressed me. I thought of myself as like the Virgins who have their lamps and the others that did not come with enough oil. I remembered that a Proverbs 31 woman has her family prepared for all seasons so they do not fear when the bad weather comes. And then I remembered that my guitar is broken again, my cycle is at hand, other outside things I do not share here have cropped up, and I have a zit on my chin. A big one.