But it is my family

I can guess at the gasps and/or groans that may come from the all of two readers that follow my post once they read what I am about to write.  But it is my family, as the title proclaims, for all that I do wrong and sometimes right. 

Tuesday we take our car into a shop to have the transmission looked at.  Something we should have done BEFORE we bought the car (hindsight is wonder!). We didn't and now it will cost just two hundred less to repair than what we paid for the car.  I won't get into a lot of detail here but it was a very stressful when my husband gets home, 30 minutes later than usual, from work to take my grandson to school.  He is driving our other car - my beloved Abby.  She is sick and does not want to be driven.  She let him know this by sputtering and coughing all the way home.  She is very insistent of wanting to stay home instead of on the road when we pile into her.  Each time we try to start her, she would sigh heavily, answer in some way then go back to sleep.  E barely made it to school on time.  By the time we made it over to my morning visit with my dad, my husband was in a very foul mood.  This is where I can honestly say that I love my dear Lord. 

Even through out the news of the old car and knowing Abby is not well, I am at peace.  He will not leave us hanging.  Then through my husband stressful rants I know we will be OK.  It was my turn to be the adult, look at life level headed and his turn to throw a fit.  Truly - God really does only know how many times the situation was reversed - or worse, we both threw our fits at the same time.  Back to what happened and the title.

We got a new car, by the way of Both my fathers.  Heaven and earth.  We looked around and came upon two difference options.  Neither worked.  So on Thursday, with my grandson out of school, we with out a car, we let our youngest son Daniel stay home from school to babysit as my dad took us around again to find a car. 

We found a 1998 Olds with only 57,000 on it.  The gentleman that sold it to us has worked with my dad before, a number of times actually.  The car belong to his old friend's wife and had all the paper work on repairs and up keep.  A bit more than what we had originally planned on paying but worth it.  We also got home later than planned.  Daniel and E did amazing during that time.  The house wasn't cleaned and they were still in their PJ's at 2:30 in the afternoon but they had not argued and had a pretty good day together. 

We were also able to attend the musical "Fiddler on the Roof" that was playing in Lawrence.  We rushed around of course.  And, standard to us - stress played a part. So much so that I gave up and decided that we were not going to be able to see it but with the new car, why not just go for the no reason drive? Even if I sulked all the way?

We made it, literally seconds before they would have shut the door and not allowed us in for the first act.  We didn't make it home until 11:30 last night.  E did amazing!  He sat for 3 hours hardly disturbing the people around us.  The way home was interesting as both the 14 year old and the 7 year old reverted to 3 year olds.  Though when we got home E and I went to bed, Daniel and JB had a second wind and couldn't go to sleep.  Daniel stayed home again today.

Reviewing yesterday I couldn't help but smile.  I am TRULY blessed.  It ended up being a family day.  Albeit, not a picture perfect family - but it is my family.  We pulled together, sacrificed for each other and ended it with love.  With all the warts, the wrongs, the second guessing, this truly is my family.

Rambling with a chance of thoughts

I have a wonderful friend that blogs pretty much everyday.  Though I don't read her blogs on a consistent daily basis, I do go back and read the ones I missed.  I enjoy them.  She always has a point, lays it out very well and does it with humor. 
I often think of things to blog about but when I do get the chance I go blank.  I feel like I need to have a plan laid out before I start.  Points that I want to highlight, examples to back them up (quotes would be good) so I end up freaking out and not doing anything at all. 
I guess it could be said that I just need to write/type down what ever I am thinking of (like I am doing here) but my thoughts always seems so scattered I'm afraid that it will be projected here.  In reality I really shouldn't be that worried about it.  I am sure no one reads this and if they do, it is because they know me.  If they know me then they know I am scatter brained.  And no, I am not a blonde.  Though my husband says that I have blonde roots. 
I guess I feel that if I am to blog I need to have a subject to blog about.  The only thing that I think I know about is myself and my family.  Yet half the time (if not more) I am not really sure I do really know about those subjects. 
You may ask - how in the world can you not know about yourself?  I am in the process of getting to know myself.  I thought at one point in my life I did.  I found out that I really didn't have a clue.  Once, in a RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults.  I had to look up what it stood for.) the Sister that was leading it said "You have to stand for something or you will fall for everything".  I thought I totally understood what she was talking about.  Again, I found that I was wrong.
At that point in my life I thought I stood up for myself and my foundation, which I found out was made of sand.  I can't say it was built on sand, well I guess I can.  My foundation was built on sand and made of sand.  NOTHING lasted when the waves came in.  So really I stood for nothing and fell for everything. 
I do now try to stand for something - Christ.  He guides me now.  And with Him as my compass life is better.  It is only when I factor in myself that things get all screwed up.  Like, when I know the next right thing to do would be clean house, so I can be of service to Christ.  As a perk my family benefits.  They like that.  Thing is - I don't.  I HATE cleaning house.  It's boring, no one to talk to, takes effort and is never ending.  Besides the fact that nothing has a home and nothing is in it's home. 
I can make a mountain out of a mole hill very easily. 
Now give me work out side the home and I can do that!  Most of the time.  Like 90% of the time. Everything has a home and everything is in it's home.  There is a time line on when things need to be done.  Hey - structure!  That is maybe what I lack.  BUT, it is structure that I don't have to create.  It is already created for me so it gets done.  Here, I need to do that myself.  So, it doesn't get done.  Self will run riot huh?  See, factor in me and I can make a mess of it. 
Whew, I think I need a nap after all that thinking!