Today was an ordinary day on the outside.
The Monday alarm went off at the same time a thunderstorm rolled in, so I rolled over and went back to sleep.
Once at work, I struggled through my to-do list and, as usual, it became obvious that I would end my day with 80% of the tasks marked "waiting".
Irritated, I left work early, to run an errand. I will get back to the errand in a moment.
Once the errand was complete, I headed home, worked out, showered and was in my pajamas by 5:30pm. Jeff was starting dinner, Jack was out with a friend, and Max was....
Well...Max was fighting off the 2 "allergy pills" that Jeff gave him. Turns out they weren't allergy pills, at least not the usual go-about-your-business-and-feel-better pills, but the nobody-read-the-label-knock-you-out-bc-max-can't-even-do-one-Benadryl pills.
I sat in my rocker and stared at the rush hour traffic floating by my house. I am sitting here now.
I struggle to edit my thoughts enough to make this an interesting read. So much LIFE has happened in the past 20 years that led to today's errand. Each one could be its very own post, if not its own book.
I choose one short moment.
An afternoon in the summer of 2011....
Our air conditioner went out in the heat of the Memphis summer. Barely living check-to-check, and up to our ears in debt, we did without air for 2 weeks.
One afternoon, I was lying flat on the hardwood living room floor in a sports bra and shorts, and deciding to become a nudest.
It was too hot to cry. It was too hot to care. It was too hot to....be.
I was done.
It was time to get a job.
How could I continue to be the mom I wanted to be?
How could I continue to homeschool?
How could I go back to work?
I somehow did all 3.
I don't do it as well as I would like, but today's errand was worth the past 3 years of migraines, sleep deprivation, Jeff working away from home, not-so-clean house, to-do lists undone, weekends of lesson plans and grading....
Today, I went to the bank and paid off our last bit of debt.
For the first time in 20 years, we are debt free and our evening rolls on without fireworks, parades, or horns.
And without that heavy feeling....
Thanks to Jeff! His mad budget skills got us here.