The NEXT day...

So my last post...

Why do I do that? Write about something great? I mean, can anyone say TEMPT FATE? Not that I really believe in fate, but still.

Let's pick up where I left off...

Had a fantastic shopping trip with Annie and Austin, feeling really good.

THE NEXT DAY.

I told my sweet crippled husband (somethings wrong with his knee, going to get an MRI tomorrow) that I would take Austin and run errands while Annie was at preschool. K-mart and the DMV were my errands. He said..."Are you sure you want to take Austin to the DMV?" And I said..."Oh it'll be FINE. Really!"

Yeah...

We did K-Mart first. I'm not usually a K-Mart shopper, but it's next to the DMV, and seemed like a logical choice. It took awhile to get through my short list. Austin was, well, let's just say NOT as cooperative as he had been the day before. Still, we made it, finally, and went on to the DMV.

I was thrilled to see only ONE lady in line. As I waited for 10 minutes behind her, a few people lined up behind me. While I waited, I held my 30 pound boy, and tried to entertain him.

Why didn't I use the stroller?

He's mastered the art of climbing out of it in 3 seconds flat. That's why.

We played high fives, Where's mommies nose, Ouch you're hurting mommies nose, Re-do mommies hair, and Squirm like crazy.

Finally it was my turn at the counter. People, I was SO ready. I had all my papers organized, checkbook ready, we are talking organization at it's finest! Really, I thought she might even compliment me on my incredible organizational skills. But no, the DMV girl was distracted by her Supervisor, who interrupted her and told her that THIS lady (that would be me) would have to wait, because SHE needed the DMV girl to stamp and sign THESE papers for another person who was waiting. The Supervisor then proceeded to place a stack of papers 3" THICK in front of the DMV girl. I don't blame DMV girl, she obviously had no choice, but the Supervisor? She just STOOD there, and watched DMV girl, as I waited. For 10 more minutes.

In those 10 minutes Austin played some more games. Like...Pull things out of mommies purse and throw them across the room, Watch mommy run and grab things and get back in line, REPEAT, REPEAT, REPEAT. Seriously, it was awful. I glared at the supervisor lady, as much as I could between dashes across the room. I looked around the room. No one else had a child. No one.

Now, I don't think I am any more important that anyone else. HOWEVER. Why? Why did this lady choose to make ME wait? I mean, the ONLY person with a child. And not just any child, but a child who was obviously in a bit of a STATE! Needless to say, I was a bit frustrated, and still am.

After those 10 minutes it took DMV girl another 10 minutes to get through my stuff. Even with my great organization. During that 10 minutes I put Austin on my shoulders to contain him, sorta. He pulled my hair out of my ponytail, so that by the time I left, I looked like some poor crazed lady. Actually, that's how I felt!

I made it back to my car, ready to sit down and bang my head on something. As I tried to balance Austin, my purse, and the paperwork and license plates (note to self, that's where the stroller would have come in handy) I couldn't find my keys. I knew they were in the depths of my purse, but try as I might, I couldn't find them. Just as I was about to go insane, I heard a sweet voice say..."Ma'am, Can I help you?" I turned to see a friend, who hadn't realized it was me. OH! We both said, and laughed. She took Austin, just as I dropped all the stuff on the ground. I told her the story, and explained why I looked like I was going to Crazy Hair Day. She smiled and laughed and lamented with me. Then she told me she almost hadn't said somthing. You know, you want to help, but what will someone think? However, her Bible Study had been on random acts of kindness that week. So she did. And what a blessing she was!

So there it is...the NEXT day! I said I knew it wasn't a turning point...who knew how right I was?! I had to share though, because that is my life. The good and the bad! With one VERY active boy!