My Super Duper Fantastic Day

I believe it all started because I stayed up too late. I decided to paint a few walls and was determined to finish that night no matter what. I did finish, happy to have accomplished something in this mess, before drifting off to sleep around 11:30pm. Then Monday hit me hard. I was already cranky and in need of coffee when my rooster (Anna) crowed at 6:15am. Anna has had a cough all weekend that progressed into a fever this morning. She didn't want to eat and joined me in cranky land. Asher and Jesse weren't far behind both coughing and cranky. We had no food in the house and I desparately needed to get to the grocery store. I decided sick kids or not, we were going to get there! I had them all ready to go and could not find my keys for the life of me. I am looking under boxes and paper and toys and books. Nowhere. Now Jesse throws up on me. There is no way I am making it to the grocery store. I put him back to bed and slump onto the couch with the kids watching a movie, resigning that there is no way this house is getting organized anytime soon. I was going to have a friend watch the kids for a few house so I could work on the house but the fevers cancelled those plans. Thankfully, Joel comes home early to stay with the sick ones while I run the few errands I needed to run. I returned some curtains and got a $20 bill...woo hoo!! I never have a $20 in my wallet and it will be perfect to pay for my packages at the post office. I next go to the commissary to buy groceries. At the commissary, the baggers work for tips only. I notice I have 4 $1 bills in my wallet so I have something to pay the bagger. So this really nice guy and I are chatting it up on our way to my car with the groceries. It was such a nice conversation. He helps me load the groceries into the car, tells me to have a nice day, and I slip him a bill from my wallet. As I am getting into the car he says "No, you have a SUPER DUPER FANTASTIC GREAT AWESOME day!". Hm, that's weird. I just nod and drive away thinking "wow, he was really nice". Last errand. The post office. I wait in the long line and realize as I am going to pay that my $20 is missing but I still have those 4 $1. OH, it all makes sense now. No wonder he was no enthusiastic as I was leaving. I gave the bagger a $20 bill!! Do I go back and say "sorry here is the $1 I meant to give you. Can I please have my $20 back?". This is only something that I could do. I was angry with myself but felt God telling me to let it go. Maybe that guy really needed $20 today. My day continued to be frustrating with the sick kids all fighting for my arms to rest in. The house is still chaos. But my wonderful husband encouraged me to take a night out shopping with a girlfriend which was wonderful therapy...wondering around a store "window shopping" without any arms tugging at my legs and pulling things off the shelves. It did end up with a super duper evening. Plus he had some curtains hung when I came home. Thank you Joel!!!! Now Tuesday begins with 3 sick ones again. But it is OK. I have no $20 in my wallet to give away this time :).