January 17, 2012

Satan Strikes Again

Last Friday:
First fundraising night for our Tanzania trip. 
Third night in a row of Owen waking up multiple times (teething and learning to crawl).
Almost two hours of trying to get him to take his morning nap and he
Goes down in his crib.
Three seconds after I walk down the stairs (literally)
The phone rings.
"What are you doing?" (hubby's voice)
"Just won an almost-two-hour-battle with Owen and he's sleeping, why?"
"My car battery is dead."
"I tried a whole bunch of times, I checked the cables, it won't start."
"So you want me to come get you?"
"Um, yes.  I need to get to my next store."
"Let me see if one of our friends can come get you instead... I really don't want to wake Owen up."
Five minutes later
"He (our friend) just left for work.  There are no other options.  Where are you?  Okay.  I'll leave in a few, let me get around and get Owen up."
I get dressed, take care of Owen's breakfast real quick and turn the corner to head upstairs.
My phone rings.
"Have you left yet?"
"Have you woken Owen up yet?"
"No, I am about to right now."
"Don't! The car started.  I'm gonna come home and leave it and take your car for the day."
Whew.  That was close.
But now I'm stranded at home for the day. 
There go my plans of trapsing around town looking for business sponsors for Africa. 
There go my plans of making a quick trip to Target to get contact solution (we're all out). 
There go my plans of a play date with a friend I haven't hung out with in a month. 
Owen is still asleep, and that is worth it to me at this point.
But now what? 
Hubby works til at least 4:30, and we have to leave our house at 4:45 to get to the other side of town and prepare to babysit 15 kids for three hours.
Tomorrow is Saturday.
And in our house, that means we both have to get to work in the morning. 
With only one working car.
We should skip the fundraiser and go buy a battery for the car. (Thank GOD for a gift card unexpectedly arriving in the mail yesterday, and we can actually afford a new car battery.)
We need to go to the fundraiser.  The battery thing will have to work itself out.
On the road to the fundraiser we stop for contact solution (all out, remember?) and I grab a $2 deli sandwich for dinner because in the rush of getting us all out the door it kind of passed me by that I hadn't eaten since lunch.
I call Owen's Saturday morning babysitter and ask if I can take her car to work since one of ours is dead and of course she says yes (I'm pretty sure this is the 2,392,087 time we've had to borrow one of their cars because of ours having issues). 
Problem solved.
And we raised double, double what we thought we would at the fundraiser.
Take that Satan.
You almost had me.  I was irritable, tired, pissed off (to be frank).  But then hubby reminded me (ever so kindly, though I didn't deserve his kindness because I was being grumpy) that all of the days events were merely Satan's attempts to foil our plans - no - Your plans for us to go to Africa.  He's just mad that we're being obedient to You.  He's mad that we're going to making an impact for Your Kingdom.
Well you know what, Satan?  You're just gonna have to be mad.
Heck.  You can go ahead and throw a tantrum if you want.  Because you aren't gonna stop us. 
You came close to slowing me down this time, really you did.  You were about {  } this close.  But it didn't work.  And it won't work again.
I'm on to you and your silly games.
And we're going to Africa. 
Whether you like it or not.