Max is working for LCT in Chilliwack again, meaning I have to get him over to Zac's at 6 am.
That is never a good way to start the day. (The getting up at 5:45 am part. Driving with Max is OK. Although we're both awfully quiet at that time of the morning.)
Clint and I spent a few hours at Passport Canada after that, thinking we'd catch someone on a better day. I've had a sick feeling in my stomach since Friday at 4:10 pm when Clint called about his passport. God has been hearing from me non-stop for 5 solid days, "Please God, can he come? Can you do something to make it happen? Please? All I want is a memorable family holiday for the 4 of us? Pleaaaaase..."
I won't go into details, but by the time I left at noon, I wanted to punch someone in the face so hard that their nose would be crooked forever. And then I wanted to cry and have someone do the "it's OK, everything will be fine, I'll look after this" patting me on the back thing.
I held it together till I got to the parking lot then I cried half way to the office. I gave myself 15 minutes to put on my game face. Then I worked til 4, determined not to think about it til after tonight's book club meeting.
Why is it so hard for me to take my kids on a holiday?
It's been 9 years since the 4 of us have vacationed together.
Clint is pretty choked. He really, really wants to come.
If you're in the mood to pray for me and mine (again!), could you ask:
1. That Clint be able to join us
2. If God has a better plan, pray that we all have peace about it
3. that the doctor would be able to help mom with her collapsing knee and never-ending pain.
Three things I'm thankful for:
1. People who read and like to talk about books.
2. Drew is finished school. Last day today. In the olden days I would have taken a truckload of kids up to the lake for an overnighter to celebrate. Instead his mom is a basketcase and had 6 of her friends over to talk about books. It must suck to be the youngest sometimes. (He does have one friend for night. I'm not a complete loser-parent.)
3. Clint is working on a fabulous free-lance opportunity. I am in constant amazement of the jobs he's been able to quote on.