Yesterday I was having a fairly crappy day. The reasons aren't really important, except to say that they were not as much within my control as I would have liked them to be. I guess I could always react better. I mean, when life gives some people crap they make art out of it. Am I right?
Anyways, when I got home from work Husband was at the library studying for DEATH I, and my small dog wasn't showing me much love-- not that I can blame her since we just paid someone to remove her ovaries and then strapped a plastic cone around her face just to make her life really great.
Some days, usually on crappy ones like yesterday, these soft, sweet whispers tell me exactly what I need. Not in a crazy way. (Not like the whispers that told this individual what s/he did or did not need.) But the whisper was clear last night, so I decided to heed it and head out to pick up some of the kids for Youth Group a little early. I figured a nice drive, a pit-stop at MickeyD's for a very large Diet Coke, and not showing up late to Youth Group for once would all help to improve the general mood of the day.
And it did. It really did.
Although throughout the course of my evening I did lose one pair of sunglasses and that very large Diet Coke to some of the most adorable children I know, I didn't get any dinner cooked for the starving student, came home with Modge Podge and glitter all over my hands, and am more baby hungry than ever (I mean seriously, those babies!!!)-- it was so incredible to know that someone was watching out for me yesterday and knew exactly what I needed.
Plus, there may have been a dance party involved. And I do so enjoy a good dance party.
Deuces.
