Suffer In Silence? Not me, no sir!

I seriously try to be a person who keeps things inside rather than complaining about them. Well, sometimes I try to be that person. Today, however, is not one of those days. Let me preface this post by saying yesterday I thought I had HAD IT! It has been one of those weeks and I have been a grumpy mom and wife and friend. As a family we have had many challenges and many ups and downs on our roller coaster of a life. Last night Cary gave me a blessing. I shall keep those special words sacred, but it made me feel so much better and ready to face the new day with bright eyes and bushy tails.
Typically I am not a bushy tailed person, but I was willing to try!
We got up this morning and I made a very nutritious breakfast of instant oatmeal (hey, it was apple cinnamon), bananas, and milk. Yummers. Yes, the little kiddies were chomping at the bit to eat it up "all gone"! We were having a decent morning. I was headed to a girl's lunch in the afternoon and was even ahead of schedule!
Time for school? Ok! Let's go! Everyone in the van! Everyone buckled? Ok! Key in, turn...no sound....no lights....nothing is happening. The battery is dead. Nice. "Husband, come rescue me please!"
This was the beginning. Husband is stuck at work and can't come immediately. I can't get in touch with anyone else. I can't walk my 7 yr old to school because I have the other two. 9:15, 9:30, 9:40... Yes! Finally! Dad has come and can take her to school! Meanwhile. My cat, Harold, has managed to get himself into a scrape with another cat and has a huge wound on his little fat furry face. Great. Vet, here we come! Fabulous! Have I mentioned that we are on a budget? Fixing furry fat cat faces is not in that budget. Actually, neither are door lock issues.
Luckily my dad has managed to come over by this time and is taking Daisy, our van, to get a new battery at WalFart. We think this has fixed the problem! I get in to take Harold to get his fat face fixed.
Click CLick Click Click Click Click.
By this point I am pretty much convinced that the van is haunted and there is a ghost messing with my mind and my door locks.
We take Harold to the vet. First thing that little fella gets is a little thermometer shoved right up his little cat booty. My 5 year old says, "MOMMY! Why are they putting that thing in THERE!?" After a wee little giggle and a red face, I told her that's how they check to see if he has a high temperature. Her eyes grew wide. Then I asked her if she was glad that she didn't have to get hers checked that way! A vigorous head nod made me giggle again.
My kindy girl was then taken to school by a good friend. Harold got all fixed up and it was finally time for our girl's lunch! I was supposed to pick up one of the chickies by 12:40. I think we finally picked her up at like 12:50. (not too bad, right?)
When she hopped in she had one of the most fabulous gifts for me.... A wonder woman t-shirt! WITH MY NAME EVEN!! I kinda loved it. I laughed my guts out. Our little wonder woman gang all have matching shirts and I think it's magnificent! Yes, Magnificent! We had a great lunch and I was able to forget about my woes for an hour or so. Thanks Chickies!
My van is still clicking. My girls are still fighting. Harold still has a huge stinky wound on his furry fat face. AND, I am STILL here! I survived! Miracle of miracles.
My visiting teachers came that night and in their message they quoted D&C 84:88, which says,
"And whoso receiveth you, there I will be also, for I will go before your face. I will be on your right hand and on your left, and my Spirit shall be in your hearts, and mine angels round about you, to bear you up."
Thank Goodness for those angels.