One of those days...

Its been one of those days..you know those days...where the car breaks down, the dog throws up on your brand new carpet (thankfully I dont have a dog or new carpet:) ) you go to pull something out of the refrigerator for dinner and realize there is nothing to pull out, its hot outside and the air conditioner broke and you have $6.80 in your checking account to buy a new one or fix the old one. You know, one of those days. Inevtably we all have had a day(if your lucky or like most of us many days like that...hopefully not in a row at least. However if you are like me, struggle always knows where to find me. Even though I have a relationship with Jesus, it doesnt devoid me of pain or strife...its gonna come and usually in the form I just described. I shared recently with some of my dear friends about one of those weeks I had where one night after just getting ready to go to sleep I hear a crack sound to which my son almost immediately came in saying his fish tank had broke in his room sending 1 gallon of water on the floor along with fish...now one gallon doesnt seem like alot but it is if its on your carpet and your furniture. My husband and son got that cleaned up and thought nothing of it except to dry everything;the cleaned the room out completely first. The next night we have gone off to bed having a late night the previous night and about 4 AM I realize the air vent is on and its cold in the house so I wheel out to turn it off and start to roll thru the kitchen as I do I am met by one of my cats who looked at me with this funny looked and stared at the floor very oddly...(side note: if you are a cat person like me you know what Im talking about we know like our kids when they act strangely and get their cues) I can tell by the sound my wheels make as Im going that it feels like I have gone thru a puddle of water which makes me wonder where water would be coming from...I reach my hand down after hearing this swish noise and put it to my nose, & realize very quickly its PAINT!!! Yes PAINT...I had been previously that week painting my cabinet doors and somehow not only knocked the can over but obviously hadnt sealed the lid tight enough so I now at 4AM had a whole can of paint on my kitchen floor, on my WHEELCHAIR everywhere was white...it was like a winter wonderland, but a winter wonderland NIGHTMARE...Because of what had happened the previous night I immediately start crying & in tears call my husband who comes out half laughing...I am not laughing, I am stressed to the MAX...I am tired, dont feel good and have no idea how to not only get the paint off the floor, and carpet but off my wheelchair??? He stood there for a second or two as we decided what to do ..needless to say we got it cleaned up and life went on. It was yet another opportunity to not sweat the small stuff even when you are on your last straw and exhausted as all can get.
Its not the first day/week we've had like that and its ceraintly not going to be the last. I find it funny now that I look at it and rememeber back I have forgotten alot of the details and it took me much thought to be able to write this post...but you know how it is... its been one of those days :)