Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Being Pulled




Some days things just don't go the way I planned. I had a good plan yesterday, I thought. I would order a pizza as a treat for the kids and my hubby, pick it up before he got home from work, and go off to my preschool staff Christmas party. Sounds simple, right? As Joey says, "Nooope."

I started to bundle up the kids to get the pizza and I realized....my coat was nowhere to be found. My coat containing my wallet in which resides the debit card I use to pay for 99.6% of all my purchases. Look in car. No coat. Look in house. No coat. Ug. I must have forgotten to put my coat in the car when we left Frank's parents on Sunday evening. Mind you, I checked 87 times to make sure I put the kids' coats, hats, gloves, and other winter paraphernalia in the car. But my own coat? Nooope. So I had no way to pay for the pizza I had just ordered. I never have cash. I was out of checks. Oops.

So when Frank got home, he valiantly offered to go get the pizza with the kids, so I wouldn't be late to my party. All three kids and car seats do not fit in his truck, which meant he got to take the BIG UGLY GREY VAN. In it's former life, the BIG UGLY GREY VAN (BUGV) was a church van that was later used to haul stuff for a business and finally ended up in our possession as a means to haul junk to the junkyard as we work on our house. We really want to drive the BUGV to our pastor's house sometime and tell him we found a sweet deal on a van for the church just to see his reaction.... Anyway, the point is that BUGV is not the most reliable vehicle, but then again, neither are the other vehicles we own. It makes every day an adventure.

So off I went to my party, where I enjoyed a delish meal at the Olive Garden sans kids and got to appreciate the wonderment of preschool teacher holiday sweaters. I also picked up a couple of groceries and found an awesome sale on sleepers (3 for $10!!) and had fun picking out matching sleepers for my crew to wear Christmas morning. (Awwwww....)

When I finally returned home, Frank casually mentioned that we needed to go pick up the van because it died. Ummmm...so how did they get home? They walked. In the cold. Frank lugging Baby Jay in his car seat and two other kids in tow. Fortunately it wasn't that far and there is a grocery store on the way home where they took a "warm break." So where was my phone so that he could have gotten a hold of me? Tada! In my coat pocket, of course! Amazing how one spacey moment can affect so many things.

So you'd think Frank would be pretty angry with me and the world in general at this point. Nooope. He bought cookie dough at the store and when they got home he baked cookies with the kids and was wrapping Christmas presents when I got home. If the van breakdown had happened to me, I'd probably be found hiding in bed snarling at my kids and eating my weight in chocolate.

Then came the question...do you want to be the puller or the pullee? Needless to say, we've done this before. I hate being either...both make me very, very nervous. But since it was my fault, I inhaled deeply and accepted my responsibility in this mess. I would be the pullee. We made a quick call to our emergency babysitter, Haley, to see if she could come over and keep watch over our sleeping children for a few minutes so we could get the van without putting the kids through more torture than they could handle in one day. Being the extremely super awesome person she is, she said she'd be over in a few minutes. Then we got a call back. Haley's dad, hearing our situation, was on his way instead to help Frank pull the van. "You don't need to be out in that cold," Haley's mom said.

So there I was. I had made the day very inconvenient for everyone concerned, yet I had been shown a lot of grace. Haley's dad helped pull the van home, but I somehow felt like I was still the pullee. Sometimes I don't deserve help from other people. Sometimes it's hard to put away pride and even ask for help when I need it. But God is gracious and has surrounded me with people who love me, faults and all. They pull me home when I'm broken and patch me up and get me running again. And God does the same thing, for that matter! He never junks an old make or model no matter what the repair cost is. God does not make junk. So I thank God for that, and pray that I can pull and patch when it's my turn. Ha! Who would ever imagine me as a tow trucker or a mechanic!

P.S. I just heard about this fabulous thing known as "pizza delivery" where teenagers in funny hats will bring a pizza to your doorstep. Some pizza places will even let you pay for pizza online or over the phone...no actual card needed if you have the card number and expiration date...this could be revolutionary for scatterbrained and cashless people such as myself, albeit a little scary...jumping into the 21st century can be intimidating like that...

10 comments:

Mare said...

What's a "sleeper?"

Great post though. I feel ya on the 'hard receiving grace' issue. It takes grace to receive grace...which is the funny thing about grace.

Sorry your day didn't go as planned!!

Helen said...

We feel silly when we do things like that, but when others do it, we remember doing it ourselves and realize it happens to everybody. Sort of....

Beth said...

A "sleeper" is pajamas for kids with feet and they zip up the front and are all blanket like. You probably don't have a need for them in Africa OR Florida! :)

Hehehe...Helen, yes, sort of. Frank said that me leaving my coat behind sounds like something HE would do...therefore he's able to be more understanding, I think!

katdish said...

I can totally relate to feeling akward about receiving help and grace -- especially when it's because I do something scatterbrained (which is pretty much every day). It's so much easier (and way less humbling) to help others.

And speaking of grace, Good Gracious Mare! That picture makes me want to verp!

Rob said...

Great post. Anne and I love reading your writing. We just wish you didn't have to go through such interesting situations for material...

Annie K said...

I think as Christians we are taught to do so much for others, but there isn't a lot of teaching on receiving with graciousness. It's a very hard thing to do - accept grace and I know for me it's because I don't think I deserve. I've really had to work on changing that way of thinking. Obviously God thought I was worth it...enough to sacrifice His Son for me...!

Beth said...

Hey gals...meet my cousin, Rob, who just moved back to Indiana with his wonderful wife and two adorable children! He went to Purdue (enginerd!), but I choose to love him despite that. ;)

Rob, meet...well...everybody! And "interesting situations" was a very nice way of saying that I am crazy. But since we're a part of a pretty crazy family, I know you understand! Tell Anne hello!

Matt @ The Church of No People said...

Great post. I know I would've yelled at my wife, sadly enough. Not that this is a coat or a wallet, but for the last several days I've been searching for two books of stamps I purchased to mail Christmas cards with. It's starting to really bug me.

Mare said...

Okay Beth!! I think I've seen those in movies...

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