Life

Monday morning I drive my little man to school, meet up with my fantastic friend Fawn at the mall, and go shopping for an outfit for a wedding this weekend. After two hours of searching and trying things on, which I hate, we finally found something. Then we bought the cutest shoes and necklace to go with the dress... I get in my car, pick Noah up from school and start driving. Because it was so beautiful Monday I told Noah we could go to the park for an hour, so I turn onto Duffy Rd. As I wait at the stop light beside Walgreens I remember thinking how lucky I am to have such a nice life. Though things rarely ever go my way I do have some pretty amazing things. The light turns green and I start to make a left hand turn and I hear "chug, chug, chug, chug, chug" I panic and pull over in the verizon parking lot, open my car door, and see that my tire is completely flat!
Of course I shut my cell phone off and didn't have any change... Even if there was a pay phone anywhere. So instead of being the emotional mess I usually am, I packed up the things I needed, pulled out the stroller, and got the kids ready for the walk of there lives. Noah cried for fifteen minutes because we were leaving the car and he didn't understand why... I then had to carry him on my back as I pushed Mylee's stroller. Then while I am behind Rey Azteca, a mexican man starts following me and yelling things at me in Spanish... I finally get to the crossing of New Castle and Noah tries to stop in the middle of the road. Paniced I yell at him and only make matters worse. For you who knoe Noah you know that he is very sensitive and yelling isn't the way to get him to do anything. He just shuts down. So I had to drag him on my leg while trying to run across New Castle St. We finally make it and after a lengthy hug, Noah and I had made amends and walked to Greg's grandma's apartment which conveniantly located across the street from Alameda Park. Of course she's not home so we go to the park and play. I call Greg using my debit card, and tell him what is going on. We play for two hours and decide to see if Greg's grandma is home yet. She's not so we sit down for minute at the bus stop, and a bus comes... SO we get on it. GOd sends you help, you take it. So we are half way there and Noah starts squirming. He has to go to the potty. The squirming gets worse and he is almost in tears. IAs I , and the rest of the patrons on the bus comfort and route Noah on to keep holding, Mylee is trying to climb my face and screaming! Wonderful. So we get to the bus station and run to the bathroom and NOah gets sweet relief. I chechk the bus schedule to see what time the next bus comes, and we have to wait a half of an hour.... Wjhat am I going to do with a four year old and a one year old for a half of an hour, so we decide to walk home...Yes that means walking up Cebter Ave. hill... YIKES! Because Noah does so well, I decide to reward him with a donut, and we start up the hill. The whole way up, he's crying, "I'm tired Mom MOM" "Please hugg-ed me" "please Mom mom" SO we finally get to the top of the hillafter abou tan hour, and we see the house! VICTORY. We walk in the door, and Noah turns around and he has peed his pants! What a day!
The point of the story is during the majority of theis very long day... I tried hard to keep my cool! God was truley walk ing with us on Monday. He kept me calm, and Noah strong, So thank you Lord, for never letting me down! And for sending the bus at the right time! That was awesome!