Like a Ghost

My hubby is in the field this week. This is a week jammed with appointments. It hasn't been a bad week, and I am on Thursday. I did take the kids to Subway for supper on Monday and Tuesday after therapy we went to Taco Bell. I cooked an okay tiny dinner on Wednesday.

The day I am going to write the most about is Tuesday. It was a day that dawned like most every day. I had a class that I was going to be attending and I needed to have my daughter ready and out the door by 8:30 or 8:45 at the latest.

She woke up in a mood. Little Miss I don't feel like using the big girl potty was quite upset when I put her in big girl undies. So I am running around cooking her a small breakfast, taking my shower, doing my make up, and packing her bag. It was cooler outside, so I had to dig up enough long pants for her to have in the diaper bag at the sitters. By breakfast she had peed on the couch once, not tiny pee either, but a huge puddle. We were in a mad rush by this point I grabbed a towel and tried to soak up as much as I could, but the whole wash with dish soap was going to have to wait.

I made it to the class. When we came home there were little things that were off. A plate in the sink. I caught myself thinking, why did I leave my plate there? I loaded the dishwasher. My hair dryer on one of the end tables. Didn't I send that upstairs with my son over the weekend?

But nothing more than a fleeting thought that maybe I was losing my mind. Until I received a text from the hubby.

Hubby: "Where have you been?"
Me: "I went to and ACS class this morning."
Hubby: "I was at home this morning."

What? He was here? I missed him? How?

Hubby: "you weren't there"
Me: "Really? I thought there was a plate in the sink that wasn't there when I left"

Then we chatted about what he did while here, he showered and ate. So in a true statement to my humor in just about any situation I sent this "Javier didn't tell me that you were here" And then I am thinking about how the dog should have said something. Which then launched me into thoughts of how much our pets see, the secrets they keep. Wow!

I went upstairs to the dirty clothes basket and there were hubby's dirty clothes, a towel tossed onto the bed. By the time I noticed this I had been upstairs in our room no less than three times.

Now today as my daughter and I are driving down the street heading to PWOC I am driving almost in the middle of the road. I am watching more the cars on the side of the street than in front of me. The morning sun is shining brightly and I look over and see a car. It looks familiar, not it couldn't be, it is! Hubby is flashing lights and I stop and he says he is home just long enough to shower and eat.

U-Turn it is and we come home for ten minutes. Our daughter was elated to see her Dad. I am glad that this time he didn't get to pass through the house like a ghost. Because I probably would have been as blind as I was the other day.


Romans 8:16 The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God