You know what it’s like when you have one of those days where everything just goes the way you plan? The glory of goodness seems to be shining down on you, following you where ever you go? There are rainbows and sunshine and real sugar with no calories? And in the parking lot of Walmart you spy the sweetest little cherub-like angel holding open the closest parking spot to the door?
And he’s there just for you?
Yeah. Well, I’m not having one of those days.
Except the parking angel part. I did get a really excellent parking spot. So, there’s something to be thankful for.
Walmart had a computer error and came very close to not letting me pick up my site-to-store order. This was frustrating for three reasons.
#1, I had initially gone to the wrong Walmart. So this quick trip was no longer quick.
#2, This is a Christmas present and there was no way I was heading back out on Christmas eve to pick it up after the issue was worked out.
#3, Unrelated, but aggravating just the same, I was having an episode of morning sickness in the hour period of time I was dealing with the very nice but very unhelpful Walmart gal who just kept typing in the same thing and refreshing her screen hoping the information she was looking at would magically change.
Finally somebody thought to get the manager, who promptly hit the easy button. It’s a $10 item. Just give it to her.
I was supposed to hit the grocery store to finish up our weekly trip following the gift pick up. However, after the Walmart episode I was too sick to even think about food shopping.
So I started the drive home. That’s when I noticed I was almost out of gas. Zena Warrior Van started berating me for it with her bing, bing, bing. I don’t pump gas. The odor…
And Christmas traffic is just plain mean. Seriously. I’m an easy going driver, always trying to show the other drivers a little grace when they’re stupid. But let me just say that Zena got her name for a reason. She’s a giant, white, 1 ton, 12 passenger beast of a van. You might want to think twice about weaving around me and everybody, then cutting me off and slamming on your brakes with an angry scowl on your face in your cute little Volvo S40. I’m driving a warrior of a vehicle. You’re driving a metro sexual. Maybe you want to be a little more careful? I’m not sayin’. I’m just sayin’.
Still, here in the midst of computer errors, morning sickness, and bad drivers I do know joy. My husband is off of work for a couple weeks (yay!). Nibbling on food eased my stomach yick. The gestating one is rolling around letting me know there’s a new life in there, healthy and active. My boys did the dishes this morning. And my husband scrubbed out the sink.
I’m going to attempt the world again in a few minutes. Gotta get that grocery shopping done cause I sure ain’t doin’ it tomorrow.
And with that parking lot cherub that has been my companion the last couple days, I know everything is gonna be okay.