I was so excited.
I snapped some great pictures of the kids cleaning out our pumpkin. I got some great shots of them in their costumes. I even had a few pictures of them trick or treating.
I was going to write a witty post about how I waited until the.last.minute. to do all things Halloween related. About how we almost didn't have a pumpkin to carve and how we almost didn't get it done in time.
And then I was going to wrap up with what a wonderful night it turned out to be. How my kids were awesome and hilarious trick or treaters. How they had no problem dumping all the candy into a communal treat box and how they encouraged me to eat some, too!
It was going to be amazing.
I washed my iphone in the washing machine. My iphone is where all my pictures are because my camera got lost. I had been putting off downloading the pictures onto my computer. Too bad about that because now my iphone is sitting on my counter in a bag of rice. I'm telling you, I would put anointing oil on it and try out speaking in tongues if I thought it would help revive my phone.
I thought I was going to throw up. And I may or may not have thrown a giant tantrum in my car on the way to the store to get rice. In the middle of a thunderstorm. It was not a proud moment.
It's kind of been one of those weeks, you know? The kind that ends with a bang when you somehow manage to load your phone in the washer with the laundry. I did not want to find things to be thankful for like you're supposed to do when things start going wrong. I didn't want to count my blessings, dang it. I wanted to scream and spew and stomp my feet.
And then, I found a little note tucked away in a pile of paper in my kitchen. In tiny kindergarten writing were the words "I love mom!" Did you notice the exclamation mark? Because I did.
Perspective. And without even meaning to, I started naming things I am thankful for. Counting my blessings, one by one. Slowly but surely, I was able to take baby steps back from the ledge.
I was ready to get my blog cranked back up again. I was going to start with a fun little Halloween post. You probably know by now that I can't really outrun the "real", you know? So, my phone is in a bag of rice on my counter, but I have two healthy babies asleep in their ample beds upstairs. They are warm. They are fed. They are kind and hilarious and beautiful. I have a hard working husband upstairs in my ample bed. And although I do exasperating things like put my phone in the spin cycle, he's here. I have a God who takes all of my mistakes and uses them to teach.
I have that little note from my sweet boy taped to the top of my computer. Just so I remember.
Besides, it's not like I love to talk on the phone anyway...