I am an introvert. I was thinking today how much I love social media and text messaging. I don’t have to answer a phone call hardly ever and I still get to stay connected and get the information I need. Occasionally there are people who insist on calling me. The school, doctors office, people. I have become adult about it and I answer the phone if I get to it in time. If not I figure they will leave a message or text me or call me back if it is that important. So, if you really need to get a hold of me just text.
Today I missed a call. Elizabeth was playing a game on my phone and brought it to me and said, “I don’t know what this game is doing.” It was a phone call. I was just a hair to late. I figured they would leave a message and since there was a voicemail icon on my phone I decided to be an adult and check it. All the messages were old but one of them was so wonderful. It was my husband Alex. I had missed a call from him and instead of just hanging up and calling again so I would hear the phone, he left a sweet message telling me he loved me and all that lovely sentiment. I loved it! It was an unexpected surprise and so I saved it to listen to it again later.
This morning I got up and was going to make the kids breakfast, be a good mom. They all beat me to it. I had bought cereal last night and they all went to town. Fine. By the way, the new Post cereal Banana Nilla Wafer—- amazing. It shouldn’t be a breakfast food. I had a few bites and had to drag myself away from Lauren’s bowl.
Right before the kids left for school Michael said he felt like throwing up. Ugh. So he stayed home and was nauseous all day. I guess. That is what he said. He did eat a little though. Noah on the other hand threatened to throw up and then actually followed through with it. I told him to aim for the garbage can. He didn’t make it. Luckily it was just once, he ate and then fell asleep for three hours.
I spent a bit of the morning doing bills, budgeting and then Christmas shopping online. I have in my cart most of what I am getting. I have about 5 more things to pick out and then I should be good. I’m going to look in the stores on Saturday though because I don’t like buying clothes online usually and some of the stuff I want isn’t online.
I was telling Alex what I was getting the kids and he said, “I thought we agreed we weren’t getting the kids anything for Christmas?” Yeah, he says that every year and every year I ignore him because I am not Scrooge. I have a pretty strict budget this year and I explained to the kids what it was. They are okay with it. It will be a good year. The last two years around Christmas time were pretty bleak. Who am I kidding– they have all been a little on the skim side when it came to us having money. Luckily we are blessed to have such good family and friends and strangers who care for us and help us out at Christmas.
Two years ago Alex’s job got yanked out from under him and he worked part time while looking for more work. Then he got a job working for a construction company that was not a good fit. He interviewed and found a job that said he could start January 1 of the upcoming year. He put in his two weeks and they said don’t bother coming back. Right before Christmas. Thanks guys. We used the time to finish projects on the house. Then the next year at his new job the work slowed down and he got kind of laid off. I was pregnant and we had no work starting in October. Great. Luckily we had friends who helped Alex get hired doing construction temporarily while we looked for work. Then a friend of an in-law called and said Alex should apply for a job at his work. The job wasn’t anything we’d ever considered but Alex applied and interviewed anyways.
We had been in the jobless and in-between-job and laid off of a job position so many times before. It seemed like that was our trial. It is a stressful position to be in. I should have learned how to handle it sooner and maybe I’d have been done dealing with that kind of trial. But the last time it happened last year I was calm. I trusted the Lord. I trusted that it would work out because it always had. And guess what– we were in the hospital in December and had literally just given birth when the phone rang. It was the place he’d interviewed for. He got the job and they wanted him to start on Monday– four days from then right before Christmas. It was a miracle. Still is.
So this Thanksgiving I am definitely thankful that we still have a job.
The last few days it has come to night time and I think, ugh, I haven’t written anything today. I have kind of a glum attitude but I told myself that this is my goal and I am going to do it anyways. And you know what? I start writing and I love it. I have always loved just getting my thoughts out there. Even if they aren’t important, ever if they are rambling and even if I am the only one who ever reads it, I love to write. Elizabeth came up to me a few minutes ago and asked why I have to write every night. I don’t have to– I get to. Then at the end of it I have a record.
Noah just said he was going to hug me forever for the rest of my life. I could live with that.