Answered Prayer.

A few months ago, when it dawned on me that Penelope Rose was going to be born in mid-June and I would have a 4-year-old, a 1-year-old, and a newborn in my house with no Husband around between the hours of 8:15 a.m. and 8:30 p.m., I freaked.

Not that our family isn’t helpful, they are. But they also have lives and jobs, and while I know that they really do care about my mental state and the conditions that their grandchildren are living in … I don’t expect them to drop everything and rush over to my house to hold a crying baby while I clean up pee in the boy’s bathroom or deal with some other catastrophe. 

Okay … scratch that. I actually may need someone to do that, let’s not kid ourselves. But I can’t expect it on a daily basis. And so, I decided that the best course of action was to enroll my oldest boy in day camp for the summer at the preschool he attends. I gathered the information and presented it to Husband. It’s Monday thru Friday, all day long! It’s so much fun! He would already know his teachers! Look at this! Look at that! You could take him in the mornings on your way to work! Exclamation point, exclamation point. 

Husband was intrigued until he saw the price tag, and then he basically told me to forget it. We can’t afford it, he said. Well … no. We can’t. But I also cannot afford to lose my mind, because I really need it. Our first two children were horribly colicky, so I assume the third will follow suit. The thought of having a colicky newborn doesn’t frighten me so much … I’ve dealt with it before. But the idea of a colicky newborn plus my sons for the entire summer TERRIFIES ME.

So I said to Husband,You think this is impossible? YOU WATCH ME.” And I proceeded to stuff cash in a drawer for months. I would make headway, and then something would come up and I’d have to take some of it out to pay for something else. But I kept scraping it together and telling myself this has to happen because if it doesn’t the Earth will open up and swallow me. The Earth will also open up and swallow me if Husband doesn’t get the can of white paint out this weekend so I can touch up the spots where ONE has peeled it off, and if the curtains I ordered from overstock.com don‘t make it here by Sunday, but that is a whole other issue.

And then, the day came. Today. I have the money together, before the deadline. We’re paying for the entire summer up front, suckas.

Husband looked at the cash with an expression that said he could think of a thousand other things he would rather spend it on than day camp. I looked at the money, I looked at him, and I decided it was one of my biggest accomplishments to date as a stay-at-home mom. Then I got mad at him for not making a big huge deal over it, because can’t he see how awesome this is?! Come on, Husband. This is a lot of money! I wanted a high-five, or an “You are an amazing specimen,” or maybe a simple, You were right.”

But THEN, I realized that while I may have been the one stuffing the money into a drawer, I can’t take credit for what happened here. Yes, I am one awesome bitch, and Husband should acknowledge me as such, but this wasn’t really my doing. I had help.

I really don’t discuss my religious views here, mostly because I am confused about them, and I like to keep that part of my life relatively private. Which is kind of funny, because I openly discuss my purple vagina … clearly I’m not a very private person. But the God thing is different, maybe because I don’t know how I feel about putting the word “God” in the same blog entry as “my purple vagina.” But now that I’ve gone and done it, let’s just move forward.

People have many ways of looking at God and I respect them all. I happen to believe wholeheartedly that He blesses my family, not because we deserve it, but because He loves us and probably pities me and knows I need all the help I can get. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by how many of my prayers have been answeredliterally all of them. Maybe it‘s because I’m choosy about what I ask for, but how can I keep something like that to myself? God knows what I need and He gives it to me. I am blessed.

Husband is not a religious-type man, and maybe he thinks I‘m crazy, but God answered my prayers when I asked for a husband who would understand me, and He answered my prayers when I asked for help getting hundreds of dollars together for summer camp. He gave me a van to drive because three kids don’t fit very well into a Chevy Malibu, and He gives me strength every day to deal with life. 

I’m a floundering, disastrous, messy-messerton — not like my house is messy, but my thoughts are — and there is absolutely no way I could figure things out on my own because life is terribly confusing. So THANK GOD there is a God somewhere up in space or wherever He is. I will keep on keepin’ on because I know He hears me when I call.

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