Sweet Reminder

We had a bit of a rushed morning today. Well, I did, to be exact. We had our first scheduled preview for a realtor to come view our home. Game on. Which means, a simple breakfast for me and the kids, no shower (but at least I had one the afternoon before), and then running around to dust, vacuum, pick up, trash out, window shades opened, beds made, house nicely scented, laundry baskets moved to garage, and then repeating each of these things about three times each because every time I did something - one of the kids would un-do it. Needless to say, I was running out of breath and the exertion of it all was giving me contractions. 

We have about 15 minutes before we have to be out the door. I get the kids strapped into their seats, then run back into the house to do one final visual sweep of the home to make sure I didn't miss anything. Ahh, there it is... must take out the recycling bag, and light that last candle. Aaaaaand, we're off. 

So I jump in the car and realize I'd left my cell phone on the ledge in the garage. I then hoist myself with much 'hoistaging' of the belly and as I reach for the phone while half seated in the car I bump my knee super hard into the casing of the steering wheel. My driving knee, no less.

Oh it hurts so bad, and I am feeling stressed, and I kind of just want to break into tears. Why? Because I have gone a long time without shedding useless tears and I am pregnant, and it makes sense. But, I refrain. I pull myself together knowing we now have less than those first 15 minutes to get out of the house and be on our way. Oh, and did I mention it's lunch time, so I am starting to hear the first cries of hunger from the kids, too. 

Anyway, we pull half way down the street and my knee is seriously hurting. Like that kind of feeling where it's almost hot and you wonder if there is blood running down your leg. I decided to pull up my jeans and inspect. While inspecting I say, "Ugh, this really hurts." (No bleeding, by the way).

Then Breckyn chimes in with, 

"It's okay, mom. God will take care of your owie. He'll give you a band-aid. And then maybe you'll get a sucker or a treat when it's all over." 

Little did she know, she was speaking to a much bigger situation than just my knee. And I thought I wanted to cry a few minutes ago... :)