Plans?

We Snyder's have had a challenging week. As I sit here tonight, I'm reminded of the phrase, "If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans."

Let's just start at the beginning of the week.

I worked Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights at the hospital...which is a challenge all in itself, because there's no normalacy at our house for three straight days. Love Toby to death, but by Wednesday morning when I get home, there are three nights worth of dishes that need to be done, laundry that needs sorted and started, and I can rarely make myself turn my head and go straight to bed.

So, Wednesday was actually one of those rare days that I was heading straight to bed when I got home, because my allergies had been in high gear, and even with medication, I was just BEAT! But, at 7:45--as I was laying my head on the pillow--the tax lady calls with questions that I can't answer off the top of my head. So much for sleep...I got up and researched all of our financial records to find the things she needed, but by this time, it was after 10, and I had gotten my second wind. There was no turning my head on the dishes and laundry then! I was cleaning as if company was coming in an hour! (I know you all know the frantic cleaning mode) Let's just say that by Wednesday night, there was nothing stopping me from sleep!

Thursday was tax day, and it was also my little cousin Braden's foot surgery day that he'd been worrying about for weeks. Toby and I had planned to meet in Greensburg with our tax lady to sign all the forms, and then I would head to Pratt to do a Wal-Mart run and stop in to see Braden. Yeah right. The tax lady was only going to be in Greensburg from 9-12 that morning, so it was important that we got there between those hours. No problem, right? Well, Toby had to haul a load of cattle first thing that morning, so I figured while he was doing that, I could sleep in a little, shower and get ready, and then he'd be back and we could go. It got to be about 11, and I was starting to get the mad face. (I know you all know this one too...the "where on earth are you?!?") Cattle rarely behave as you plan, so we rolled in to the tax office about 11:40, hoping they didn't need to talk much, and we could sign and go. Well, yes....that's how it was....except after we signed and got in the car, Toby was now having to control his hormonal, emotional, blubbering, "we don't have THAT kind of money," "I thought we were getting AHEAD," "we're having a BABY--and those are expensive," wife. Long story short, we headed back to Coldwater to the bank. I didn't get to Pratt until 4, had to shop quickly, and only had time for a quick stop to see Braden.

Saturday I spent the afternoon helping Kelly at her shop with Prom hair, and helping get Kiah ready for Prom that evening.

And now it was time to go back to work again. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday nights again. Yesterday I came to work and got the letter I had been waiting to read. "No, there are no available day shift positions for after you come back from maternity leave in September." Toby and I have decided that with a newborn baby, a cowboy, and a nurse, night shifts just aren't going to be feasible for us. So now what? We'll see.

So now I'm pondering all the "plans" that we make and try to make that are never really "plans" in God's eyes, because I sure had a lot of them in the last week that never came to be....