Sunday, October 11
th I had one kid super cranky from croup, a husband crabby because of his back pain and a 6 year old testy with a cough and runny nose. Mom (me) being the only one 100% made a much needed run to the store for the essentials. After dealing with cranky, crabby and testy I was glad to be out of the house even though it was raining.
Driving in I get behind a flat bed truck carrying 8 blue
porta potty's. There is one on the tail end of the trailer. With every bump {which there were
alot} the door would fling wide open and out would come a string of wet toilet paper. This guy was unknowingly leaving a trail behind him. I saw pieces fly into the ditch, into the bushes, on trees, even onto my van. My thought after I chuckled, how could I let this guy know he was littering? ;) He must have noticed because he pulled over to the side of the road and got out, imagine his surprise!
Later that afternoon, back home I'm helping the girls get into the tub. Now when my girls hear the words bath time they come running, striping themselves down to nothing and dive right in. They leave their own trail behind them in clothes. I went to pick up Sarah's undies. As I stood in the bathroom, with the undies in hand I flushed the toilet {someone had forgotten in their rush}. I'm not quite sure how it happened but the undies fell out of my hands and went "
WOOSH!" down the stool with ease. They were gone, I let out a yelp which brought my hubby to the room and made my girls wonder what had just happened. I stared at the toilet, waiting for it to spit them back out. We even flushed it a couple of times to make sure it was okay. It's worked fine since. Panties gone, Sarah cried, I laughed my head off. Art thought I had lost it.
It is these instances that I know God has a sense of humor. He used two moments throughout the day to make me laugh. I needed them. I needed to let go of the stress of a sickly household and what better to do it than with potty humor.
God works in mysterious ways.