On just how many levels could I be offended by two Kirby sales ladies? Let me count the ways. On Tuesday I was dealing with a discipline issue with my oldest (and simultaneously laying my youngest down for a nap) when someone knocked on my door. After instructing Landon that I would be right back (and not to move or his name would be mud...remember, discipline issue), I ran out to answer the door. The lady there basically threw a role of paper towels and orange wipes? into my arms and literally, I kid you not...pushed her way into my home before I even knew what was going on. Once I figured it out, I told her that I was laying my kids down for a nap and absolutely could not purchase a vacuum today. I will save you every single detail of this sordid story. But TWO HOURS later, the stupid lady tried to tell me (and I wish I were kidding here) that I was a bad mother because I let my children play in our horribly disgusting dust mite covered carpets that I dared to vacuum with (Shock of all shocks) a...DYSON! Seriously, she said that because I wasn't willing to pay $30 a month for her Kirby (for years and years and years) that I was raising sick children. Never you mind that two hours AFTER this lady left, my house still reaked like smoke and alcohol (she smelled that bad!). There is more...but I am going to suffice to say that never...not ever...I don't care how rude I have to be, will another Kirby person step foot in this house. I was as forthright as I have ever been with anyone, with this woman. And still she managed to get into my house. I said at least four different times, "I don't know how you want me to slice this pie for you...I CAN'T BUY YOUR VACUUM RIGHT NOW, I DON'T HAVE THE MONEY!!!!" Yes, by the fourth time, I was speaking in a louder tone of voice. I was raging mad inside. I thought I was over it, but now thinking about it again...the whole thing...I am fiery mad again. She was the absolute worst sales woman I have ever met in my life...and she tried to tell me I am unhealthy for using a Dyson when clearly, she smokes at least a pack a day. Puuulllleaassseee!!!
Work went well this week. I have a very full schedule these days...so full that I kind of feel like I can't keep up on it all. The stories and names of family members are starting to swirl together...good thing for notes. But it is going well and I am still enjoying it (mostly). 
I am learning a lot about myself and being moved out of my own complacency in a lot of areas of my life, which is always a good thing...but rarely an easy thing.
My half sister Mallory had a beautiful baby girl two weeks ago, Vaida Jade. I have yet to meet my niece as Mallory has been in and out of he hospital. She had the worst labor story I have ever heard (ended in a c-section in which they had to cut her TWICE...top and bottom of the abdomen!) and a five day stay in the hospital and then she was home for a few days and then back to the hospital as she had undiagnosed preeclampsia. She just got out again, but she is a single mama and is struggling with finding support. I have offered myself and anything and everything that I have as I desperately want someone to take care of this girl, for once in her life. But at this point don't know if she will accept. Will you please pray for Mallory...for healing (the poor girl is in a lot of pain AND is not feeling well with the effects of the undiagnosed preeclampsia thing ...her liver and kidney functions have been affected). Pray for enocuragement and wisdom beyond her years...maturity and strength and grace and people...friends and family... to for once, selflessly love this girl. I long for her to be taken care of right now...I long to take care of her (I have invited her to come live here for a little while, but I really dont know what she will say). You guys know what it is like to have a baby...now imagine being 18 and without any support system and the problems I just mentioned. Thanks friends...I knew I could count on you.
And my husband. He had a rough day yesterday...not the death of a dream...but a big blow to it. He is up and at it again today...holding onto hope and persevering. Somedays, like today...I just am overwhelmed with how cruel and manipulative people can be. How, in their own pursuit of money or fame or success...will not bat an eyelash at verbally destroying someone's dream without an ounce of empathy. Somedays...like today...I struggle with hating people I dont even know...hating what they do and how they do it...and wishing I could give them a piece of my mind. I would shake them and ask the age old question, "What are you thinking?!?!" Some people are stuck so deeply in the mire of pride and selfishness that they can see no one and nothing aside from themselves. But it is all of us who suffer in their tread. And we do suffer...but in the darkness of the night, I know those kinds of people have to feel something...something akin to guilt...something akin to loneliness. So please pray for my husband...for encouragement and wisdom beyond his age. We have some serious decisions to make, and Jonathan is giving his all to weigh all options, to honor me and his children and his God. But he was chewed up and spit out yesterday...and we are feeling those wounds. And I am feeling like I want to strangle the man who did it.
Thanks friends. Wow...that was heavy. Happy...er...Peaceful weekend to you all!
P.S. If you look really closely at the pics of the boys playing on the carpet, you may just spot some of those unhealthy dust mites left over from my Dyson
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