Crazy Things Keep Happening...

So yeah, post number 3 today. Because the day gets weirder as I go along...

First I'm having a generally crappy day, then I feel bad about whining because my cousin died and frankly that sucks for her family a whole lot more than anything else that's happened to me today.

So I end up up in Home Depot with my whiny kid, late for lunch and naps because I wanted to pick up a couple of things I needed to finish some projects while she napped. The plan was 10 minutes or less in Home Depot, grab some lunch on the way home, feed the kid and put her down for naps hopefully no more than 30 minutes late.

Except I ring up all of my stuff at the self checkout and realize I don't have my wallet. I stuck it in her diaper bag yesterday when we went to the zoo so I didn't have to take my purse in. And of course I didn't grab her diaper bag when we left today because I was going to spend less than 10 minutes in Home Depot, grab some lunch and run back home.

Let's add in the whiny toddler who MUST HAVE the new measuring tape I had to pick up because she broke my other one yesterday. Except now I can't pay for it, so I have to take it away from her and she is already hungry and tired. You can picture how well that went over.

Anyway, I walk up to the attendant to see if she can clear the register where I rang everything up and hold my stuff until I can run home to get my wallet and come back, whiny toddler and all. Frankly, all I wanted to do was sit in the floor and cry with my kid.

While I'm waiting the attendant is having a conversation with the woman in line who apparently has become a regular since her house burned down earlier this year. She's waiting on something so I butt into the conversation, trying to talk over my crying child, to explain what happened. In the middle of that the desk phone rings so the attendant asks me to wait and the lady in line starts asking me about my little predicament. I explain what happened and why my child is screaming and that I just need to run home and get my wallet.

Yes, the lady in line in front of me, whose house burned to the ground earlier this year, paid for my $20 worth of stuff that was so very much not urgent so that I wouldn't have to go through the inconvenience.

I insisted that it wasn't necessary, but she said she'd been blessed by other people when her house burned and wanted to share with others.

So, I'm bummed because I'm at the end of a healthy pregnancy, my mom is awesome and alive, and I have a perfectly good house that's still standing? I think somebody in this house needs an attitude adjustment, and I think it's me.

To make it better, the diaper bag with my wallet was in the van the entire time. We never took it in yesterday.  Ever feel like God puts you in a place to learn a lesson?