I am finding that having 5 kids doesn't leave me too much time to do some of the things that I enjoy...like blogging! I cannot believe it has been a week , and honestly I have not had one spare second to sit down and just pour out words. I miss you!
I have found that this season of my life...nothing is going to be easy. I am thankful it is just a season and optimistic that the Lord is working on me daily and teaching me a lot....most importantly to trust and lean on Him. Daily I wake up and just say the words, "God, thank you for another day". That is how I am getting through it...taking it one day at a time and really, the weeks are flying by. Can it really be October?
Our latest adventure began this morning when I was happily on my way to Atlanta with the 3 younger kiddos. The boys were hanging with Daddy and had some cool "big boy" things to do and I was taking Avery to meet her cousins (most for the first time) and for Kate and Gray to get some cousin time.
I packed the night before. Loaded the car. We were on the road at 7:58 a.m. Our first road trip with Avery! As I sped down hwy 459, my friend calls me and says "mallory, are you driving down 459?"
me..."Yes"
friend..."You need to pull over NOW your back right tire is about to blow it is so flat.
So, off I pull and lo and behold my tire is flat flat flat!
Ugh...really God? Really? Come on! Remember I adopted a baby? Can you cut me some slack?
A nice young kid pulls behind me and offers to look at it. Meanwhile, my darling kids are not being all that darling , and he tells me that my tire is pretty much shot because apparently I ruined it by driving on a flat tire.
You think I would have noticed that? Nope! Not me. I guess I am way too busy throwing juice boxes and snacks back to the kids, and changing out the kid's music and putting on a new DVDs to notice that I am driving on 3 wheels.....Atlanta, here we come, with a full fledged flat tire.
I call my family in tears that we will not be coming. Call Matt who is not too happy because just 3 weeks ago I had to get a new front tire. I sit and wait. I cry. Kate cries because we are not going to Atlanta. Gray cries because his shirt is wet from spilling his drink. Avery cries because she is in our family (ha).
Matt saves the day. We get to a Chevron. Hang out for an hour or so while he puts on the spare.
I take his car home and he drives mine to get a new tire.
I don't want to be Debbie Downer on this post, so I will end it on a high note. We will never ever forget this adventure because look what we have in our backyard now!
A new tire swing. More pictures tomorrow!