So this morning Nicci was a gem. We had our regular morning loveliness and this afternoon was Tom's funeral. Nicci & i got ready and left the house in a fabulous mood. We headed to Walmart, (the place that i will love watch burn in hell someday) and we found a nice sympathy card for Tom's family. As i was checking out i set my cell phone down next to the key pad you pay with. All of a sudden Nicci started freaking out and taking all the candy off the shelf. Now consciously i thought to myself, "it's not worth over-reacting...just handle her with love"...as i bent down to talk to her. That was my first BIG mistake. (sarcasm) Then the lady reached over and handed me my receipt & card, and i swooped Nicci up and walked away. LESS THAN 20 seconds later i realized i forgot my phone. SO i turned around to get it. It was gone. Yes. gone. I asked the lady, "Did you see my phone??" And she turned to me and said, "Do i look like your phone watcher?" WHAT the freaking...blank! I was torn between ripping her head off and sitting down on the floor sobbing my guts out. I asked if she had seen the person after me...or anything...what they looked like, girl or guy...and all i got was her snippy attitude that to this very minute still repulses me. I asked her if i could use her phone to call MY phone and she told me to use a payphone. Yes ladies and gentlemen, i met the female Satan today. I started to cry as i ran off with Nics to find a payphone while praying that i wouldn't be late for the funeral when a sweet gentleman yelled after me. He offered me his cell phone as he began to cuss everyone out for being so inconsiderate to my situation. It was unbelievable. I called my phone and, surprise surprise, it was off. I called Seth a million times but he didn't answer so i called my mom who got ahold of him and he canceled my number with T-mobile so that the 'jerk face pathetic dill weed thief' couldn't use my phone. Now you all might be wondering why i am SO upset about this...well, let me tell ya why. First, i've had my same SIM card for almost 7 years. I have phone numbers i'll NEVER get back. That makes me very sad...very. And Second...and MOST important...WHY? Tell me WHY ANYONE would steal a pink phone from a young mother WHILE she's trying to be very patient and understanding to her little girl who doesn't understand that candy is to be left on the shelf?! I mean seriously. AND PLEASE someone tell me what bee flew into the cashier's ear...why was she SO inconsiderate...why was she so determined NOT to help me?? BECAUSE. You want my opinon? SHE stole it. People can be SO mean. SO inconsiderate. SO just...downright, disappointing. It makes me very sad to think that there really are people out there that could give a rat's pa-toot about another person's well being. I mean, there are people who don't care about hurting anyone...there are people who open car doors HARD and smack the car next to them without giving it a second thought! (That happened to me today too!...I was IN the car and the person who hit me basically said they could care less...yeah...) I just wish people cared. I wish people had more integrity. I was raised by a mother who would walk back to a store in 6 feet of snow to GIVE BACK 2 cents that the cashier accidentally gave her extra in change...i was raised to stop what you're doing to help someone in need, even if it's a stranger. I know no different than to sincerely care for other people's well beings. And today, i got reminded over and over and over again that there are sad pathetic people in this world who just don't care. It's sad.
So. What have i learned from all of this today? I realized that i myself need to be better to other people around me throughout my day. Someone who just cut me off might be rushing to the hospital to say their last words to a family member they love dearly. The short tempered man in Walmart who cuts me in line might not even know i'm standing there because so much is on his mind. And the adorable 2 year old who's screaming because she wanted to go with 'Grandma instead of Mommy' simply misses her Grandma and knows no other way to express her feelings than to cry...and i need to be loving and sympathetic to her needs. During this entire move there's been times i've cried...because i want my mom. Everyone knows how that is. Everyone knows how it is to miss someone and cry uncontrollably...everyone knows how it is to speed and accidentally (or purposely) cut someone off and honestly feel bad about it...everyone knows how it is to have so much on your mind you don't see the person you totally just ignored and cut in line. We ALL know how it is to hurt, to be sad, to be short, or in a hurry...if only we could master the ability to be more tolerant and loving towards those harder to love at times. That's what i learned today. I need to be more tolerant of the not-so-nice ladies that check me out at Walmart...or more tolerant of the mother who smashed her car door into mine because she was trying to get her crying child out of her 2 door car. I need to be more forgiving, more loving, and more capable of saying, "The poor guy that stole my phone obviously needed it more than i do"...and move on. I've had an insane day. Seth had class late and so i crashed at my parent's house and everything slowly started to fall into perspective. I'm so blessed to have them in my life. I complain about living 30 minutes away from them...but i have them so much closer to me than most people have their parents. I complain about never seeing Seth, but here he is, right next to me... staring at me with a his sweet smile i could never live without. And there's times i complain about having Nicci...and then i realize how self involved i am. She is such a blessing. I was talking to the T-mobile lady and she said "...wow, everything you've been through today and then on top of it all you have a two year old!" And i thought to myself...'YES. On top of it ALL i have a beautiful miracle i can look at, hold, kiss, and laugh with when my world is falling down around me. Yes, on top of it all, there she is -my 2 year old- with open arms ready to hold Mommy when Mommy can't stand any longer. I love my little girl. I love my Husband. I love my wise and wonderful parents. I actually...love trials. Without days like this, how would we ever savor the true things in this world that really matter? We couldn't. SO, i guess, hooray for no good very bad days! :)