Phone call from kid crying- due to migraine. Check.
Kid picked up from school due to migraine. Check.
Cash paid for camp. Check. (See # 1- But-not actually a check- the school wanted cash. ((Did you know that still exists?) Which would have been fine, if I knew my PIN number….Which: I don’t. Which also would have been fine if I had a physical bank… and could have cashed a check. But , we use an online bank…. so: not so much. UGH. )
(Yes. I said I went to the bank AND that I don’t have a physical bank. After a 20 minute phone call with the online bank of doom- I was told I can get a cash advance on my credit card at any bank. BUT- that I could be charged. They didn’t. But I would have paid.- Also- new PIN is being sent. Don’t judge me. 1) I have a hard time with numbers. and 2) I’ve received 3 new cards/ pins in the past 12 months. BLAH.)
Phone call to schedule pediatrician appointment. Check.
Phone call to schedule genetic counseling/testing appointment for hubby- Check. (Cancer= enough appointments to baffle Google calendar. Justsayin. A lot.)
Trip to CVS to pick up allergy meds and energy drinks with migraine-y kid in tow…. Check.
Except- almost not check.
Because CVS is where I almost broke my neck. (Can you do that while in an actual neck brace? Let’s just say I don’t want to find out…)
Between phone calls and interruptions and barking beagles and the neighborhood “common areas” being over run with lawn care specialists…. (Who apparently- look like murderers to my dogs. Just FYI: Don’t mess. They will EAT you. As long as you’re on the outside, anyway. Once you come through the door- you’re a friend. They are THAT scary. Psycho dogs.) I dressed.
Apparently in a rush. By the time I got downstairs I realized I put on my “too long for flats” jeans. I grabbed a pair of frump-pumps and ran out the door. Which is when I also noticed- these are the REALLY too long and need to be hemmed jeans that can only be worn with platforms. No time to change- I rolled them up. Hoping the fashion faux pas could be forgiven due to the neck-brace of doom.
However- at some point the stupid jeans came un rolled. Probably between CVS and the School. I stumbled a couple of times in CVS, and kept hoping I’d make it to the car without going airborne.
After dropping my keys and making the migraine monkey pick them up- I heard a voice from behind the counter: “Stop! Just a second! You can’t go out like that!” I briefly wondered if the monkey or I had accidentally lifted anything…..(It can happen when you can’t look into the bottom of the cart…) I thought about putting my hands up like criminals do on TV. Until I saw her smile.
“Hold on- you’re jeans are too long- you’re gonna fall!” She said- running around from behind the counter. “I’ll roll those up for you!” I couldn’t say anything. I just smiled as she bent and rolled up my too long pant legs. I felt like a cross between a toddler (their pants never fit) and a disciple as Jesus bent to wash their feet.
Melo-dramatic response? Maybe. But, it has been that kind of day. I’ve ping-ponged all day putting out little fires of calamity. Which also means: My neck is killing me. At this point- bending over to roll up my pants would have put me into tear-zone….as in- crying- not tearing… cause I love these jeans- too long or not. (I would not tear them if my life depended on it. Nor hem them, apparently. Am I the only one with pants that can only be worn with certain shoes? Wait. Maybe I don’t want to know the answer to that.)
Honestly- I almost cried when she rolled those jeans. (Not just because of the dork factor of wearing rolled up flares- either… although that was a background thought.) It’s because someone took a minute- inconvenienced herself and took care of me. For just a minute.
Me. The Mom who takes care of everyone.
Me. The one in the neck brace running around doing errands and going to dr appointments.
Me. The one who feels a little like maybe God could give me a break once in a while….(Cancer, pending neck surgery- and migraine boy along with life in general- are kind of overwhelming at the moment. I’ll be honest.)
I can’t stop thinking about it.
Just that simple act of concern and kindness. Meant so much.
Thank you CVS girl. And Thank you- God… I needed that.
Dear Lord- Thank you for that beautiful act of kindness today. Thank you for noticing and caring and making that clear when I was feeling too overwhelmed to even look for you. Thank you for the foot washing/ jeans rolling…. help me to open my eyes and see the ways I can make a difference with kindness to others around me. Help me notice, Lord. And help me act. I love you Lord. Amen.
And now I’m off to the pediatrician…….and then probably back to CVS…. for more meds. OY.