Journaling late last night…
TODAY BEGAN! Bright with sun; the house filled with energy for what was to come. A friend from church was about to arrive to take the boys and a buddy snowboarding for the first time ever. I was fasting and praying 
in deep intercession, (like most mothers), anticipating all the possible dangers of a 90-minute drive down a buuusy interstate in a car filled with testosterone, to go to a ski hill for the first time, without a lesson, without a doting parent, without proper goggles (forgot!) but with plenty of trees to hit (you’ve heard about those people…) and potential bones to break (but we won’t confess that!). Now you’re praying, right?!
The day here on the home front hummed with progress as I buzzed about accomplishing all that gets done when the kids are happily occupied, and mom can think without too very many distractions (oh, the bliss of such times!).
THEN…
…at about 2:30 in the afternoon, I pondered the boys’ whereabouts. On the mountain? Eating out of the big cooler we packed with sandwiches, fruit and Gatorade? Gleeful at the sun hitting the snow? Ready for another run? All was well, praise God. I was about to head out the door for a long peaceful walk in the sun, when the phone rang.
The car (I loaned them) overheated, then stalled 60 miles out on the way home…and there they sat along a treacherous stretch of road, unable to do much else. Ring ring…”Do I have AAA?” I don’t know, do I? (how often does one check on such things?) Let me check. Ring ring…”Yes, but it’s in my husband’s name and he must be on site or the tow isn’t covered”. Then ensued a fixer-upper-car-counseling session by phone to attempt to remedy the situation. An hour-long tow is pricey. 3:30. Ring, ring, ring…An hour and 8 phone calls later (4 to AAA, 4 to the ‘castaways’) Daddy is packing up, along with enlisting the help of a friend to follow him with an extra car because 2 boarders need to be back earlier than the others for work, and readying himself for the drive up to rescue the boarders in distress. 4:30. Ring, ring, ring…Another hour and 20 phone calls to reach the mom of the friend who joined them and to find a car repair shop that won’t scalp us on Easter weekend and to swap facts with Dad who’s driving to get there and to let our dinner guests know the barbecue is now on ‘pause’. 5:00. 30 minutes and a google search for the nearest car dealership, seeing that most repair shops are closed for the Easter weekend. 5:40 the first batch of boarders returns plus other mother all converge here to commiserate on all the above 5 more phone calls to my hubby who’s sitting and waiting with the boys for the tow guy to arrive. 6:00. Scrub the potatoes, prepare the meat to grill, answer the phone some more because it’s ringing AGAIN. I’M TIRED IN EVERY WAY ESPECIALLY TIRED OF HAVING A PHONE ON MY EAR 7:00. Pray, don’t let the cell phone or the land line ring one more time today or I may run down the street! No walk today. Daddy and the boys arrive to unpack the gear and quick-clean the house for the guests. Guests arrive. Lovely evening filled with laughter and pleasant conversation. Fall asleep 3 times journaling the days’ events….
Days don’t always go as planned, do they? But, all is well. All are safe. Dollar signs do occasionally dance in my head as I ponder what the prognosis will be tomorrow. More to come…