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Forgive how long this post is. Today was the kind of day that teaches one lessons. I took Sophia to yoga camp (start with that. We are very privileged). From there, I had the luxury of running 3 miles to a coffee shop, where I had sufficient funds to buy lunch for myself and a toddler. I ran the 3 miles back with legs that were strong enough, using the very last juice on my phone to record my distance for Charity Miles. We stopped at a Patisserie to buy a treat and breakfast for the kids. The toddler pooped. Gloriously. Magnificently. I had a diaper and wipes. The yoga studio had a changing table. But I couldnt find it. Poop got on the floor. Carpeted. His clothes were miraculously unsoiled. But the clean diaper was not so lucky. I went to put the stroller away, and buckled him into the carrier. What still smells like poop? The car was unlocked. For three hours. My laptop is miraculously STILL THERE. I cant find the keys. I have 3% charge on my phone. My husband is in an all day, radio silence kind of meeting. How do I get the car home? Who has a key to the house?? Parents were still there with their kids,playing at the playground. Samuel is in the carrier. What still smells like poop? I use the phone of the yoga instructor. The dealer can tow the car and program a new key. For $300. For just the key. Tomorrow. And where is that SMELL COMING FROM? Oh. The carrier. Bleah. Taxi!!! This idea MAKES MY DAUGHTERS MONTH. Her joy makes it so much easier to be cheerful. I get the kids home, the taxi waits while the neighbor takes delivery of the children and I get the spare car key. The driver, it turns out, is from Jordan. A timer goes off on his phone, and it plays a prayer for him. He then THANKS ME FOR ALLOWING HIM TO LISTEN TO IT. THIS is what makes me cry. Nothing that happens to me, no amount of poop, can take away the fact that I live in a place where anyone can practice their religion. Where I have enough to feed my children. Where we are safe, and dry and able to buy snacks and treats. Counting my blessings.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 23:29:30 +0000

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