Mama said there'd be days like this

Last Friday I had one of those moments. You know the ones where you realize that you are bout to lose it and then no matter how small or trivial the matter, it will put you over the edge. Here's how it went down.

I was taking dinner to a friend of mine that just had a baby. I went to the market to pick up some bread to go with dinner and I was trying to get the kids to hurry along (as usual). My phone rings in the middle of the freezer section and it's someone form church informing me that there had a been a huge mix-up in the date for the ward party. So frustrating since some work had gone into it already. I know this may not seem big, but for some reason at the time it felt like all of the world was conspiring against me. Do you know how hard it is to change the date for a party for 250 people in December? Let's just say that I don't recommend it.

After the distracting and frustrating phone call, I maneuvered the rather cumbersome cart that is equipped with a small truck in front. You know the ones. The kind that my kids beg to get and then proceed to bicker the entire time that they sit next to each other. I finally got it to my car and then it kept rolling away since the whole parking lot is basically on a slant. So to bypass the cart banging in to the car next to me I rested it on the bumper of that car. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do. The owner of the car walked out to the parking lot and proceeded to rudely inform me of my rudeness. I kept trying to explain to her that I was trying to make it so her car didn't get dinged by resting it against it, but that didn't exactly appease her.

This was my breaking point. I burst into tears and a bystander who witnessed the whole thing kept saying, "you have to let it go". Which I know to be true, but that didn't stop me from giving the rude lady a mean look with tears streaming down my face. I still hope she feels bad about her poorly chosen approach to tell me of her annoyance.

Next stop on the road to an emotional breakdown was trying to deliver the dinner that was the whole reason I left my house to begin with. She didn't answer her door or her phone or her door or her phone. I do not fault her, I know she has a new baby and was probably in the shower or asleep, but once again I was frustrated. I started driving home and then I passed a friend in her car. She stopped and I stopped and then I was completely embarrassed because I started crying all over again!

I can't remember the last time I cried. I know it was long over due, but let me tell you, crying just wears me out! I was done for the rest of the day. After thinking about the day and how it progressed, I realized that despite the fact that it may look like it was a terrible afternoon, there were moments that I felt comforted and looked out for. First was the nice lady in the parking lot that encouraged me to "let it go" I know that she was sympathetic to my frustration. Second was passing my friend in her car. She wasn't going to be in that neighborhood, but had missed a turn and was circling around. She was a great person to commiserate with. Third was another friend who happened to call when I got home. She didn't realize that I was going to vent to her for 15 minutes, but she handled it well:) Fourth was a very kind and understanding Bishop that apologized and made me feel like I wasn't losing my mind. And last but not least was sweet David who was completely supportive of skipping previous dinner plans and heading to Chipotle and them home to watch a movie with the kids.

It was a crummy afternoon, it's true. But it reminded me that I am blessed and loved and have been given great friends and a wonderful husband that can pick up the slack when others (like the rude lady in the parking lot) let me down.