Just one of those days...

Today was just one of those days that you were so glad you had a blog because if you couldn't share how ridiculous things were going, you might start melting down a little, but in light of technology you kept remembering in the back of your mind at least you had something funny to share, so you were happy anyway. Okay, so it didn't start out funny, but I was laughing after a few hours.

Woke up 5:15 a.m. "

Time to start the day" says Lucy.

"No way" says Mommy!

However after attempting to put her back to sleep for the next half hour without any luck, I turned on the light and said "Good Morning Lucy," with a big ugly frown on my face. I really just can't lie, even though you know I am attempting in earnest to be happy no matter what, there is no other word for my emotion this morning than completely and utterly MAD! Lucy didn't get a very good nap the day before so I put her to bed early, but I didn't get into bed until midnight, and Lucy woke me up about every 20 minutes the entire night (she still isn't in top shape and started sniffling last night so I don't blame her) so I just got up on the wrong side of the bed.

Now a night like that would be bad and all on any day, but this particular morning held some really joyous experiences in store. It just so happens that on Saturday I realized we needed more diapers soon (Lucy has had the runs for a while so we are going through them pretty quickly). While we were out we stopped by the grocery store, but of course, forgot to pick up the diapers. I didn't realize we had forgot them until about 11:00 p.m. and without our bikes (that were stolen 2 weeks ago) going to the grocery store is about a 20 minute walk, plus freezing weather and we were tired people. So I rounded up all the diapers from all the corners and diaper bags of our house and we had 7 diapers. Not wanting to break the Sabbath I continued to repeat in my mind "We can make it until Monday morning, I just know it" but Sunday night as I put Lucy to sleep, I put the last diaper on her. Still trying to be as positive as possible "It's okay" I calculated in my head "usually we wake up around 8 or 9 a.m. Dave can run to the store while we give Lucy a good morning bath and let her little bum air out and we should be fine," but as you have already heard that just isn't what happened.

So we woke up at 5:15 a.m. and I figured we would run down to the Local Mart just downstairs around 6:00 a.m., although they would rip us off on the price. Dave informed me they didn't open until 8:00 a.m. Alright...naked baby...a few hours away from a diaper...all on just a few 20 minute sleep sessions lumped together to hopefully add up to 4 hours...does this sound like a happy morning? Wait, wait, wait did I even mention Lucy is still on antibiotics which give her diarrhea? All I can say is thank you Korea for not having carpet! Many times I have wished for that blessed soft substance to roll and play on with my daughter. Many times Lucy has fallen to obtain large bruises and I thought of those wonderful days when we used to have short cushiony fabric lining our hallways. Many times I have realized how ungrateful I had been for the carpet in my life as I envisioned my feet in many luscious yesterdays, but today fake wood pleased me in a way no other floor could. Of course, I can't forget to thank the many paper towels, cleaning products and baby wipes who walked me through the last few hours of my life. I'll spare you the details and just say that without any exaggeration we cleaned over 20 messes, #1 and #2 combined.

8:00 a.m. I praise your arrival! Dave ran down to the local market to find the diapers were off the charts expensive and we didn't even have enough cash laying around to buy them even if we were willing to get ripped off so badly, so he sprinted to the bank. Meanwhile Lucy couldn't hold out for a nap any longer and fell asleep naked in my arms, while I tried to protect myself with a blanket. Dave, after hitting up the bank, ran to the grocery store and found it didn't open until 10:00 a.m., so he cruised to a few markets to try to find a decent price, all at top speed for his demanding wife, of course. He finally found a pack of three diapers for $2.00 and completed his Marathon home. Just enought to tide us 'til the grocery store opened. I couldn't believe all he had done in the amount of time, because he was really only gone about 15 or 20 minutes, but then Dave does sprint faster than anyone else I have seen and his forehead was dripping with sweat to prove his bravery, speed and endurance. Thank You Thank You Oh amazing and most in shape husband!

So after the greatest naked session of all times, we slipped a diaper on our sleepy bundle and put her in bed. Anyway the moral of the story is when your ox is in the meir just go get it out! I think the Lord would have understood. It only takes one time running out of diapers for any parent to never let it happen again!