I KNOW I didn't pray for patience!

My life has been a little crazy lately. Most everyone knows that. This week has definitely started off with a bang!
I'll start at the beginning (from my point of view of coarse)! My oldest daughter was grounded last week. We won't get into the reasons. Let's just say that she didn't exactly have to stay after school to run for cross country. This morning (the one day that class starts late for me and I don't have to work so I sometimes get to sleep in until the house is empty) I was rudely awaken by banging on my bedroom door. I peeled open my groggy eyes, croaked out "come in", waiting a few seconds, cleared my throat, and yelled "COME IN". Still now response. I stumbled out of bed, tripped over a pillow in the floor, fell into the door and then managed to right myself as I yanked open the door. There, standing in the hall, was my teenage daughter. Her big brown eyes, bright with tears. She starts immediately with "Daddy won't let me go to (nearby town) with band. I have to go, it's extra credit!" Well, we proceed to tell her that extra credit is an unnecessary activity that she was grounded from last week. She manages to have a teenage-girl fit. I tell her to go wait on the bus. She stands in the garage until the bus gets here. When it comes, she doesn't get on it! I end up taking her to school with my (uncombed, curled, straightened, or otherwise fixed) hair in a clip, puffy eyes, and snoopy P.J.'s. I dropped her right at the front door without saying a word. I kept thinking, "Oh, yea. We'll see how you feel when your friends see just how bad your mom looks in the morning." That was, until I realized that her friends paid no attention to me. It was the parents that were looking at me like I had just rolled outta bed or something. Dog-gone em!
So, I went to class. I drive about 40 miles through woods, with no cell signal (not that it would matter because I forgot my phone at home today) to get to school by the way. I went to my first class (which I have a test in tomorrow) and decided that I should probably just skip pharmacology to go home and study. I made it about half way home when I heard the most awful racket coming from my little red car. It wasn't shaking or shivering so I didn't think that it was a flat tire but I pulled over to check it out. Oh yes, it was flat. I managed to get help from a little guy who looked just like the wrecker driver from Adventures in Babysitting. No, I am not kidding. He had the big scruffy beard, no teeth, and a railroad engineer hat with the bill flipped up. The only discernible difference was that he had two hands and no hook. He was wearing a six-shooter on his right hip though. We managed to get the little spare on my car only to see, after we lowered it, that it was half-flat as well! He tells me that he has an air compressor at his house across the highway. I really had no choice. It was either to drive across there for air or risk making a crazy looking little man, wearing a gun on his hip, mad at me. At this point I was almost sick. He really was a nice guy in the end. While his compressor filled up, he chit-chatted about his life. He offered me a cold beer. I refused. Although, I did tell my sister later that if I hadn't been driving, I might have taken him up on his offer. So, I finally got home.
My husband asked about my day. He said that he promised that his bad day could out-do my bad day. Come to find out, while I was out of commission, my husband got a call from the high school principle. My oldest son was suspended from school. FOR FIGHTING!!! I called my mom to get some much needed advice. Do you know what she told me? I'm not supposed to be their friend! Seriously. Who would have thought it? I'm supposed to be the parent? Just kidding. I know that. I have tried to hard to make my kids like me. It's jacked up, I know.
So, I'm sitting here writing this blog and I get a call from GG (father-in-law) to inform me that my youngest son's teacher has sent him an email because she doesn't have either mine or my husbands. My youngest son has a small, well big problem with organization and staying on track. (I wonder where he got that from?) He forgot his book at school that he is being tested over tomorrow. Luckily it worked out that we were able to get into the school to get his book. So, our house is pretty much on lock-down. I have not studied at all for my test. (Why are you blogging, you ask? Because it's therapeutic. Leave me alone!)
I haven't prayed for patience. I did tell my husband yesterday that I was almost at my breaking point with everything going on right now. Ha! I've heard people say that God has a funny sense of humor. I guess I wasn't that close to breaking after all!