I was hosting a baby shower for my friend, Randi, in Atlanta this afternoon. We needed to pick up furniture for the children's new big-kid rooms, so we loaded the whole clan up in the Yukon XL with a 18+ foot trailer hitched to the back (I swear we were longer than a Greyhound bus) and made the trek to Atlanta early this morning. I have to admit, I was feeling quite prideful that all five of us managed to bathe/shower, get dressed, fed, loaded and on the road by 9am. We even managed to leave the house "show ready" just in case. I did not even snap at anyone I love. It was a great morning.
All pride disappeared when we arrived in Atlanta and I realized I neglected to bring diapers for my children. Then, I unpacked my bag to discover I had left half of my shower outfit at home (over an hour away) as well. No problem, I thought. I'll run up to Ann Taylor. Wait, here's my purse...where is my wallet? That's right, I left my wallet at home too.
Daddy had to use our Yukon to haul the trailer to get the furniture (another hour further away)--so I borrowed my mother-in-law's car and darted (without my driver's license) to the closest store to get something more shower-appropriate that the corduroys I was wearing. I had my husband's credit card and cash my father-in-law loaned me just in case they wouldn't take a Visa bearing a man's name without ID.
It was a gorgeous day. The children had a wonderful time with relatives. I found something to wear (on sale no less) and the shower was lovely. I was feeling better about it all, until my father-in-law called us upon our arrival home tonight to ask where I had left their car keys...ummm, in my purse, of course. Too bad my purse is here, her car is in Atlanta and her back up set of keys is AWOL.
As I was complaining to my hubby about how dumb and disorganized I seem to have become, he reminded me why I love him so..."Honey," he said, "Let's talk about all the things you did well today. You hosted a nice shower. You visitted with family and friends. You loved on our three children...and you look great!" Is that a terrific man, or what???
At least I didn't leave any children anywhere...
13 comments:
Your husband is such a KEEPER! I loved this post. I love someone who is willing to be honest about days like these! I think - no, I KNOW - most of us do things like this ALL the time.
In fact, in an effort commiserate with you, AND hopefully make you feel like you're not alone in having these kinds of days: One Sunday, a few years back, someone (okay, me)was rushing around like a crazy (key word here) person, trying to get my toddlers fed, diapered, dressed and out the door to church on time. Oh, we made it to church all right. We flew out of our car, ran to the nursery, rushed to the class we taught, and then stayed for a delightful sermon in "big church". Two hours later we strolled happily out to the car to realize that not only had I left the keys in the car, but I had left the keys IN THE IGNITION......WITH THE CAR RUNNING. For TWO HOURS. We had to stop for gas on the way home. My sweet husband was so kind. "Oh, it's fine! Don't worry, you're not going crazy." However, I'm pretty sure I noticed him saying this while hiding the car keys! : )
I hope you have a great Sunday! And may that house sell SOON!
Sounds like quite a day! I was most proud of Jacob the day that we were going to trade in the car, I mean about a hour before we were going, I opened the door into a concrete post and took down the trade value drastically. He was so good about it.
I love that you are an empowered woman who takes care of herself, even if you were a little scatterbrained. Some women never would have drove that thing all the way there and into such a big city. Good for you!
Not only is your husband wonderful, you are too for sharing this story and making me feel not quite so alone in my current state of forgetfulness. Thank you, thank you!
As someone who has had to actually dig through the trash to get my keys that I had thrown away, I completely understand.
Yes, he is a terrific man... and you're a terrific woman. No wonder you've got terrific triplets! I just love reading your blog :) (now I don't feel so bad about my forgetfulness)
Oh what a day! But it sounds as though you came out ok at the end of it. Just ask Ryland again if you need more affirmation.
That is so sweet. And yes, not leaving any children behind is big...very big!
It is nice to hear women bragging on their husbands, because it doesn't seem to be the norm anymore. When I had my melt-down Thursday night after the evaluations, it was nice to have a shoulder to cry on and an ear to bend. Todd loves his little boy unconditionally and that just makes me melt.
We are blessed!
(I need to post about our last trip to Joe's Crab Shack when Jack had just started Synthroid and his belly was not tolerating it well. Oh, it will make you feel like Super Mom...)
But you handled the whole thing with grace. You are awesome.
We had a great time yesterday.
I love you!
Amanda
Hope you have recovered from yesterday but find some comfort in knowing that we all do things like that sometime! And I'm not even going to touch the part where y'all drove down here with an huge trailer because we are realizing that when #5 arrives, we'll be needing the works just to take road trips. Even our suburban cannot accomadate all of our paraphernalia that follows 5 little boys around.
That IS a terrific man!! How wonderful. I bet you just meted inside :-)
And I still think you did a fabulous job getting everyone out of the house by 9am. Wallet or not!
Very, very Funny JenMom! You can always pray for a better day in the future!
Sweet blessings!
Renee
Oh,No! What a day!
Kim
What an encouraging hubby.
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