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A Curious Case of Multiple Hat Disorder

Choosing To Have a Good Day Despite Some Bad Day Setups

Choosing To Have a Good Day Despite Some Bad Day Setups


Have you ever woken up and were in a great mood? You lay in bed for a few minutes and then convince yourself to get out from under the warm covers and coach yourself down to the coffee maker only to be hit with setups?

What’s a set up? In our family we call setups the things that set you up for a bad day.

For example: (hmmm I wonder where could I get some examples…yep, you guessed it, MY LIFE! Aghhh!)

Let’s say you want that coffee only to discover your hubby drank the last of the creamer, or you open the dishwasher to grab a mug and you see the soggy solidified block of detergent that somehow did not dissolve and your dishes are not clean.

Hmm, another one, let me think….oh yes, two weeks ago I went to the basement freezer and discovered a puddle on the floor.

Just this week, I woke up early, got the kiddos all ready for the first day of our homeschool year and they were bummed. They dragged their feet, they moped around and were just grumpy. It was like letting air out of a balloon. I was so disappointed they were not super excited.

How about this? You open the mail to discover that the MVA has you scheduled for another inspection or a tag needing to be renewed when you JUST JUST did it a week ago for your other vehicle.

You get a notice from the town’s Police Code Enforcer because the stop sign on the corner of your property is blocked by your tree limbs and despite our first attempt to trim it back they are not pleased with it and are threatening us with a fine. (After some creative and dangerous maneuvering we were able to fix it but not without a conversation. The construction crew that put in new sidewalks months before did not put the stop sign in properly. My husband can correct me but I think that the regulation is that it is supposed to be 7 ½ feet above the ground however ours is 9 ½ feet or something ridiculous) and then the same day the code enforcement officer and town council member come to your house to discuss this (I told you we live in a small town) you catch red handed a member of that exact construction crew taking water from your hose to fill up his bucket because he was working at the neighbors house on their sidewalk repair.!?! Ok so code enforcement is charging us fines and WE HAVE TO SUPPLY WATER for the crew’s work. (drinking water is one thing but this was water to mix concrete)

These things seem like petty problems of a privileged life. No coffee, a broken SECOND freezer, kids with bad attitudes….not life or death by any means but real, tangible ways a good morning can go bad.

I’m going somewhere with this. I promise.

This morning, my Mr. Malachi woke me up at 5:45. I’m a morning person and was totally fine with that. I decided to skip the front porch this morning and head up to the school room. I thought I would do a little lesson planning for next week and kinda record some of the things we did this week and I didn’t even get 4 steps into the room and found this:


It was so disheartening and here is why. Money has been tight. I recently shared A Tough Part of Our Story That I Would Never Change. My husband left the fancy job and fancy check a while back and is starting a business with a friend. We love him being able to work from home but the paycheck isn’t consistent. When it came time to do our curriculum shopping for this school year, it required making a budget, sticking to the budget, not buying it all at once but some from this paycheck, some from another one, and making wise decisions. Hear me in this, I am not skimping on their education….we bought good materials, the ones we originally intended to buy, but I waited for a 30% off sale here and a free shipping sale here.

So with the school list, I added some extra things to the list of things to buy if there was extra money. Not necessary things but things you could call a bonus. I put this ink pad in the Amazon cart for almost 2 months now and it has sat there. $5.99. That’s the almost the same as a gallon of milk, a dozen eggs and a loaf of bread. It just wasn’t a priority. Well about a week ago, Dustin went ahead and ordered it and I was so surprised. I felt like I was in the Little House in the Big Woods book and PaPa had just brought home some new calico fabric for me to make a dress with. I had some cool ideas for this. I was going to use it as rewards for the girls. They love getting their hand stamped at the library. Now I could do it as part of school, hand stamps and A+ papers! And I was also going to use it with CC for the class I tutored. My ABC kiddos are going to love this!

And then I see this ink pad opened up with the colors mixed. I only opened this pad 2 days ago. I did not give specific instructions for them to NOT use this but it WAS in my teacher’s area. They just didn’t have the same care for this that I did. I can’t even bring myself to test the ink and see if it is still usable. I know that I am going to have to face this stained mixed up ink pad every time I use it now and that is how I got to this post.

How do I choose to not let this bother me? How do I choose to move on and still have a great day?

Each day is a new day! A day that HE has given me. Bad day setups and all, I will rejoice anlimed be glad. I know that one day there will be a day that I ask do you want a stamp and they will turn it down. I want to treasure today. They are growing up oh so fast. I will choose to be content!! Today, I think I will skip the lesson planning session and head on to the porch for some extra alone time with HIM. I say this to my kiddos all the time but the only thing we can control is our reactions. If Horatio Spafford can lose a son in a fire and four daughters in a shipwreck and still say It is Well With My Soul…then by all means…this morning, it is well with MY soul!

Is Well With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows like sea billows roll;

Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,

It is well, it is well with my soul.


It is well (it is well),

with my soul (with my soul),

It is well, it is well with my soul.


Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed His own blood for my soul.


My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought!

My sin, not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!


For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:

If Jordan above me shall roll,

No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life

Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.


And Lord haste the day, when my faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;

The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

Even so, it is well with my soul.

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