Tuesday, September 20, 2011


God must have been chuckling.

HE knew how things were going to proceed Thursday morning, and when I said, "Hurry, please. I don't want to have to drive you to school, too!"
He must have been chuckling.

Wednesday night Elizabeth came to me a bit teary, asking if I would drive her into school a little early Thursday morning. She'd forgotten to sign up for something and needed to take care of it ASAP, or she feared a detention. I wasn't so sure the consequence would be that severe, but I knew I'd have time Thursday morning, so I agreed.

Upon arriving home, I saw that Matthew was up eating breakfast, and Joshua had unloaded the dishwasher. Two good things. However, something happened to throw Joshua off schedule and he ended up missing his bus. He walked into the house and told me it had just driven away. And would I please take him to school?
I'd just gotten out of the shower. Had wet hair and was wearing my bathrobe, but I grabbed my purse and said, "Let's go."

Upon arriving home the second time, I found that Matthew was taking his shower. Not knowing how long he'd been in there, I knocked on the door and asked, "Are you almost finished?" Matthew said he was almost finished, and I relaxed a bit. Silly me. That's what he always says!
Five minutes later I was knocking on the door again. This time I said, "Turn the water off, Matthew. You're DONE!"
And a few minutes later I was back at the door, just checking his progress. Was he dressed? Had he brushed his teeth? Then I made the comment which came back to bite me in the, well, you know.
"Hurry, please. I don't want to have to drive you to school, too!"
He scurried around getting his shoes and coat on, then ran through the back yard to take the 'short cut' to the bus stop. I went into my room to finish my make-up and get dressed, and after a minute or two, I heard the door shut. Uh oh. That can only mean one thing, I thought to myself. And, sure enough, the next thing I knew Matthew was standing in my room with tears rolling down his cheeks. He'd made it to the bus stop just in time to see the bus going around the corner as it left his stop.

I was going to be driving him to school, too.

All I can say is, it's a good thing these events all took place on my day off. Cuz if I had to do all that running around and still make it to work on time? Yeah. Matthew would've been walking to school! LOL

By the way, I have a fun give-away coming up Thursday. Be sure to stop by!



Leah @ Point Ministries said...

I'm sure God looks at me just like you looked at Matthew and wants to say: I don't want to have to ____________ you, too. So thankful for His infinite patience with me.

TheUnSoccerMom said...

I will never again complain about having to take Christen school. It's rare now a days, since she drives... but still. :o)

the things we do for our children! (I'm sure our Father says the same about us) ;o)

Irritable Mother said...

Leah - There were so many lessons God had for me in that interaction - not the least of which was increased appreciation of HIS patience.

Jodi - Yes, I imagine He does. (But with a lot more grace in His voice than there was in mine. LOL)

Beth E. said...

Ah, yes...this brings back memories! ;-)

I, too, am grateful that God is infinitely more patient with me than I am (or have been) with my children!