It happened again. Another 15 Minutes of Frenzy episode. Much like the
Bathroom Door incident but instead this was the Valentine's Day edition. So here goes...
This morning we all got up and around and wished each other a Happy Valentine's Day. Scott zipped off to work, and I snapped this quick pic with my Funny Little Valentines before they jetted off to school.
As we made our usual school dropoff, Luke and Reid bounced out of the car with their backpacks full of valentines and party goodies for today. My gas tank was edging toward empty, so Grant and I made a quick stop to refuel the Flex. As the pump was chugging along, I tidied up the car and threw out some trash. Then I heard it.
Grant gagging. Then vomiting. Uh-oh.
He was pretty much covered in the contents of his breakfast. Poor guy. No one wants to kick off Valentine's Day -- or really any other day -- like THAT.
With considerate timing, the gas pump clicked off, and I went to retrieve my receipt ... as well as the code for my car wash which I had purchased (prior to Grant getting sick.)
As I was waiting and waiting, the pump never spit out a receipt.
"Please see cashier for receipt."
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?
I just paid $6 for a car wash. I have a child covered in vomit in the back seat. And I need to go retrieve a small piece of paper from the clerk in the "convenience store." Why, yes. That couldn't be more convenient. Thank you.
Weighing my options, I moved the car over by the entrance and unbuckled Grant. I tried to clean him up a little. To myself I thought, "I will just dash in and out with Grant and hurry as fast as I can so I don't have to waste $6 and a car wash." Fast being the key word but certainly not the case.
Several people were in front of us in line. Oh, joy. I stood there with Grant, hoping he wouldn't get sick again. The person in front of me was taking forever buying a few packs of cigarettes. Come on, already! When what felt like 30 minutes passed (but was actually more like 3) and it was our turn, I explained about needing to get the receipt and how the machine didn't dispense it.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that."
Perhaps she saw Grant and our "situation" ... or maybe she could detect that unmistakeable stench ... but we quickly grabbed the receipt and headed out the door.
As we rounded the corner for home, I noticed our garage door open. Then I noticed Scott's car was home, and a delivery truck was parked out front.
What in the world?!
At that point, the last few minutes of frenzy quickly turned around. I tried to piece together what was unfolding. I saw the delivery guy unloading a large box off the truck. And then ... there it was. The sweetest word ever to be read on Valentine's Day: DISHWASHER.
Mr. Wonderful surprised me with a new dishwasher for Valentine's Day! Some may place this in the gifting category of a vacuum or a frying pan, but not me. Our dishwasher has been rapidly declining these last few months. The top rack is broken, so occasionally and unannounced it will come loose and surprise the lucky loader with a large CRASH! More than one glass has met its demise there. We're also working toward a kitchen remodel in the next few years, so this is one step toward new appliances for that. Not to mention that I cook a lot and a family of 5 burns through the dirty dishes.
So ... most definitely ... this happens to be the perfect Valentine's gift.
While I didn't anticipate the crazy 15 minutes of this Valentine's morning, I am so grateful for the good and the bad. The crazy and the calm. And every moment of this blessed life.
Happy Valentine's Day!