Scott's grandma has always said "You never know what a day'll bring." How many times has that proven to be true in your life?
This blog is dedicated to commemorating the beautiful tapestry God is creating in our lives as we enjoy the slow days (however rarely they come to us), the busy days, and the down-right craziness of life.
As an example of how a day can change quickly, let's introduce the week. (Names have been changed to protect the innocent) Sunday started out like any normal day - we were getting ready for church, anticipating the installation service of our new senior pastor. As the day progressed I realized I was the one who was coming down with something. By 3am I knew - I had strep. The next morning both the "baby" and I were on antibiotics and on our way to recovery.
Since Scott would be working late into the evening, I decided to fix an early dinner and began to prepare the pasta. I noticed the pressure was significantly low. As I set the pot on the stove to boil, my daughter came into the kitchen and pulled a stick of butter out of the frig. "what's that for?" I ask. "You're not going to like this, Mom, but your measuring cup is stuck on my arm." Sure enough! my Pampered Chef measuring cup - the outer part is like a clear tube - was stuck on her arm up by her shoulder. "let's go upstairs," I say, "and we'll run it under cold water in the tub." Only now, there is no water whatsoever. I leave her in the tub and head down to the water pressure tank. It's at 20. On Scott's instruction, I get the pliers in an attempt to adjust the pressure tank back up to 50ish. I must have hit something because the next thing I knew, sparks were flying everywhere and the pliers tip had melted. the kid is still sitting in the bathtub; so I head back up to help her dress. Now I try oil - all I have is my $50 jug of grapeseed oil. I poured a good amount all around her arm to no avail. Oh no! The pasta's boiling over!
I end up taking her to our neighbor's - he is a retired army vet - As he opens the door, she says "Mommy and I are not very happy that I stuck this on my arm." He says, "Come on in; I have an idea." After some ice cold water and a straw stuck between her arm and the plastic - and careful instruction that children have fragile bones so hold her shoulder carefully, - the measuring cup came off.
Now - how do we have an evening with no water?
