I had big plans for today.
It was a vacation day with lots of cushion. A dentist appointment. Thirty minutes of cushion. A school transfer and visit. An hour of cushion. Getting boy basket auction items. An hour of cushion. Getting my hair cut and colored before some big events. More cushion.
Today did not go how I planned for it to go!
This was my non-vacation vacation day. I want a do-over!
Let’s begin at the beginning. I don’t love my teeth. I have a huge space but never got braces, so I have bonding to bridge the gap. I’ve always been self-conscious about my teeth and my bonding was falling apart, so I made an appointment to get it rehabbed. Little did I know bonding would take so long and cost SO much money. The price has gone way up and beyond anything I’d budgeted.
Next, while the kids have been at some wonderful schools, we knew last fall this school wouldn’t be where the little lady ended up because there weren’t enough girls. We wanted to move her to the school at our church which feels like home, but it was more expensive. We submitted applications for all three kids and all three got in, and then the school graciously gave us some aid this year because of the cost for all three and some of our circumstances. So moving was an answer to prayer and we wouldn’t have to separate the kids to two schools.
Today, the boys had their class visit and we were going to turn in all our paperwork officially joining my church’s school. I had all these ideas that I would get done with my dental appointment early and get to the school early, and I was going to have time to pray, “thank you Lord for your provision.” I was going to hand the contracts to the head of admissions and have a picture of the moment when we joined the school, and yeah, not so much.
I was running late because the dentist appointment was running late. So I rushed in to meet my husband and had no prayerful moment of thanksgiving. Then we met with the head of lower school and that meeting took longer than we thought because I had ALL the questions, she told me I could relax while Bray nodded his head in agreement, which meant it was time to pick up the boys. We went back to their rooms to thank teachers, and Bray said he’ll deal with all the paperwork, so I’m shuffling all these papers over to him instead of having my big moment handing our contracts over to the school, and then I have to run the boys back to their school, and they forgot their library books (and you get the idea)…
In between the school and my hair cut appointment, I ran to Target to pick up kindergarten boy basket auction items. Then, as I’m driving up to my stylist, my tooth, the bottom half of my left tooth, breaks off! I bit a piece of my nail so it wouldn’t catch, and I thought, that does not feel like a nail, that does not look like a nail, and then I smile at myself in the mirror and realize, that’s not a nail, that’s a TOOTH! Again, driving home from my haircut, another sliver comes off the top. So they have to fit me into the dentist’s existing schedule tomorrow morning to fix it, but I’m supposed to be at work but I can’t go in because I’m a snaggletooth, so my dentist vacation appointment is now bleeding over.
And, of course, my haircut is too short. For the first time in 13 years, she cut it too short. I went for shorter, but didn’t want it above my shoulders because I have a high profile speaking engagement in three weeks, but there it sits, atop my shoulders.
Here was my vox to one of my best girlfriend’s after I’d explained the tooth incident: And my hair is short. It’s not terrible, but it feels a little soccer-mommy, you know with the short bob, that’s my hair! And I’m going to go speak at my big speaking engagement… and oh, thank you God for this haircut because you do not want me to just be confident in my own ability, and you want to keep me humble and you need to remind me that you need to get all the glory and so this is a good thing that this happened. I am snaggletooth with short hair. Jesus still loves me, hopefully you do too.
Instead of looking like this:
I look like this:
And that’s okay because at the heart of my day was God providing for us and that was worth a dozen vacation days. (Still, a complete tooth and longer hair would have been the cherry on top!)