The reference above pays homage to Anne. It also describes our day, at least in part. We began okay, but things took their downward turn when Millie decided to play on the fallen playhouse when I wasn’t looking (and despite our strict instructions not to do so). A rusty nail went right through her shoe and into her foot, necessitating a trip to the doctor for an early booster of her DtP.
Later on, we decided we would meet Craig after school with a picnic dinner to watch some sports events with him. In light of the afternoon doctor visit, we stopped by the grocery store to make the picnic dinner a bit easier to manage. We bought almost everything except the fried chicken. I thought the deli fried chicken didn’t look very good, so I decided against my better judgment (and past experiences) to buy raw chicken and fry it up myself. Everything else was done for us: drinks, rolls, bakery cookies, chips. While attempting to fry this chicken, the hot oil splattered all up my right arm giving me some pretty significant burnage. And, I didn’t realize how yucky the chicken was, but I wrapped it up for dinner anyway.
At the school, Chloe managed to trip on an asphalt path, skinning both knees, part of her tummy, and both sides of both hands (don’t ask me how she did this – she’s one talented little booger). We were three down, three to go.
After the baseball game (which the WCA boys won 11-0 with the game called in the middle of the 5th), Craig stood up with us to walk back to the soccer field. At least he tried to stand up: his right foot was actually asleep and he didn’t know it, so he did a hilariously comical up-down fall, almost taking out Katie. Our gracious response to this was to laugh hysterically. Really, it was that funny.
Back at the soccer field (we started out there before baseball), I pulled out the picnic basket. This was when we discovered the chicken was nasty and the store-bought bakery cookies were on the crunchy side. I looked at Craig and stated the obvious: “I should have purchased the fried chicken and made the cookies.” I know my strengths: frying chicken isn’t among them; making chocolate chip cookies is. I switched those things today and it was a huge mistake.
But then, I’m all about mistakes this week.
I am usually itching for the evening hours to do all the things I couldn’t do during the day. Tonight, all I’m itching for is a shade to close on this long, dumb day. I’m in some serious need of steadfast love that renews every morning due to some great faithfulness. I think the whole Dunham family is.
Half-Pint House 
wouldn’t it be a Job day? i guess Jonah ch 4 maybe, the plant dying and all, or maybe being in the fish but i think Job works better, bc. you don’t need to understand all of God’s ways (i.e. suffering) to remain faithful,
Jonah’s more about the people of God not being willing to be the blessing to ALL nations/people that God has called them to be, regardless if they’ve had a good day or not, and Jonah’s bad days were because of his own disobedience contra Job bc. we really don’t know why he had such a bad time
sorry, that’s what you get for being friends with seminary people
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Yeah, I’m sure you are right. The reference is coming from Anne of Green Gables (and you can question L.M. Montgomery’s theology – I’m sure there is questionable stuff in there…). Craig questioned me, too. Ha! The plight of being surrounded by seminary students.
Thanks for the theology check here. Maybe I should change it to “An Alexander Day.”
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You show me a mother who says she has never had a day like this and I’ll show you someone who either tells lies or is just too horrible to live. I originally throught “too perfect” but then realised that if Mom never got to this stage she had those kids so buttoned down they couldn’t move — that’s not the sort of Mom that most kids want.
And you’re right about the faithfulness — just grit your teeth and praise God IN all things not necessarily FOR them!
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Continuing with the Anne theme, “Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it!” Hope today goes more smoothly, friend!
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I can understand ugly chicken that is high priced turning you onto nice looking cookies that were much cheaper than the chicken. But, I am so laughing at your saying that you should have bought the chicken and made the cookies. It seems so obvious now, doesn’t it. You do make a mean cookie, by the way.
Also, when you say three down and three to go, my gut reaction is, “wow, that is a lot of people in that family.” :o) Now I am laughing at me!!
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I’m on a quest of my own to fry up some authentically Southern chicken legs. I think I’m closer, but still haven’t found THE recipe. I’ll let you know when I do. I think having something with a thermometer/temperature gauge really helps. but even then – it’s tricky!! Haven LOVES fried chicken legs. Strange.
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On the bright side, there’s a 99.7 percent chance that tomorrow will be much, much better.
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Oh, I’m sorry you had a rough day! You are better than me though–I have never even tried to fry chicken! We’ve had a rough week at our house too (11 stitches for my son, major allergy issues, health insurance problems). It’s been a doozy! I am thinking next week can only get better. Remember: God is good–ALL the time!
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Oh dear, that was quite terrible, awful, no-good day. :
I had a rusty nail go through my foot when I was about 7. We happened to be living in St. Louis at the time, too. (Yeah, I know, such an AMAZING coincidence.)
Hope today is better–for your entire family!
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