friday

friday was quite a day. i had one of my worse moments yet (my most "flesh-filled", ugly moments). i knew i was going to need some extra time in the morning to gather my thoughts/get strength and peace from Him. so, i got up and instead of running with my wonderful running ladies, i ran 7 miles by myself and prayed and thought. starting out pretty good, right?

we picked rebekah up from school and dropped pat off at the hospital at 11 am. we were under the assumption that his surgery was at 12:30 and would last 10 minutes. i took the kids and ran a couple errands and got lunch. we got back to the hospital at 1 pm...bailey was already "asking" for a nap. at 3 pm, the doctor came out and said he was done. they started late (obviously) but they found some "stuff" (stitches and part of the graft that was initially put in) in there so in the long run it's really good that we did it. at 3:45 pm the nurse came and got us and took us back to see him. i know he had the harder part - i mean, he had SURGERY! but 3 hours in a waiting room with 3 kids that should have been sleeping and all these people looking at me like i'm "that mom" that can't control her kids...i was definitely on my last thread.

when i saw his face and it was that pasty white from just coming out of the anesthesia and they handed me all the same prescriptions for the crazy pain killer drugs that he had last time....it was all i could do to hold myself together til we got into the car. it all just felt too similar to last summer and i could hardly take it. plus, i was supposed to be leaving in an hour for JMU for 24 hours. so, instead of talking to pat on the way home, and finding out how he was doing...what did i do? i pouted and complained about the situation and the fact that i might not be able to go visit my sister (this is the "most flesh-filled ugly moment"). nice, huh?

well, we got home, filled one of his prescriptions (the antibiotic for infection), got him something to eat and kind of waited to see how he felt. after a couple hours he was feeling ok...so he pretty much threw me out of the house. i think he figured it would be easier to take care of 3 kids by himself than me in the state i was in.

i have the most forgiving, gracious, kind man for a husband.