Bests and Worsts

It was the best of weeks; it was the worst of weeks.

Back in the golden days of blogging, my sister and I would write posts about the best and worst part of our weeks. I haven't done it in years, but I have had just such a week that showcased my embarrassing incompetence tucked in with the kinds of redeeming things that make life fine.

note: for perspective and clarification sake, this particular week happened two weeks ago.

Let's start with my moments of embarrassing incompetence. I have two, in the same week. I was a superstar that week. First off, I lost my credit card at a gas station. I have never lost my credit card before and the person who happened to find it decided they wanted to get some gas of their own, in three different gas stations, all on me. Sweet. Who uses a credit card that isn't theirs?? I know. That is a naive question. But thankfully, our credit card takes care of fraud charges. Unfortunately, that is only the first of two majorly dumb moments by me.

The second is potentially more costly. I backed our minivan into a parked car. Sweet. I was going super slow, and was actually in the middle of a seven point turn, and what resulted was a scratch in my bumper and a small, barely noticeable dent in the door of the other car. So I had to leave a note (because I am not the kind of person who puts dents in cars and then drives away and I am not the kind of person who uses other people's credit cards). Grrrrrr. That's all I have to say about that.

I did have a couple of high points that week, too. It was the week we went to Busch Gardens, and it was so much fun to watch my kiddos enjoy the rides (okay, mostly I watched Claire enjoy the rides, and Morgan just tolerate them). The second thing that week was a girls night I had with some gals from the ward. I hosted it here at my house and I was excited to have a good night of talking, laughing, swedish fish, and getting to know the woman here better. It didn't disappoint. I had such a good time and it was so refreshing. And. . . they all showed up with gifts for baby boy. My friend, Amy, had arranged a surprise baby shower for me. I was so surprised and touch. Not only was it very helpful in getting ready for the baby, but also it meant a lot to me that I have friends here that wanted to celebrate with me the coming of our little one.

That is comforting. It made the things that didn't go so right that week seem not quite so important. Thank you Amy.