Sometimes I wonder if God puts situations in front of us for entertainment value—His, not ours. Or maybe my jokester brother is up there in heaven saying, "Would you please put Tami in this situation?" since he is no longer here with us to make us laugh. I'm teasing, of course. There is no biblical reasoning to say that God plays with our minds.
Today is laundry day. I woke up at 4:00 a.m. questioning whether my boys had clean clothes to wear to school. So I got up and began washing, drying, and folding. I don't mind, really, because I am an early bird anyway.
But today isn't just a simple laundry day. Today I was excited to attend a little birthday party at Laura's Lattes in Canton because one of my close friends just turned 50. Our close knit group of friends doesn't get together often enough, and I miss them.
Anyway, because it is laundry day, I did what any sanity-loving mom does and grabbed the jeans I wore yesterday (for just a few hours) off the floor and pulled them on quickly before I ran out the door. When I reached Canton I stopped at the local pharmacy to buy my friend a present and card, and then was on my way to meet them.
Now, you have to realize one thing. My friends are smart. And cool. And accomplished. One of the first things my friend Nancy said to me was, "Have you been writing?" Accountability—I like that in a friend. One of the last things I said as I left was how I am lucky to have them as my friends. These three friends and I have been laughing and encouraging each other for close to 25 years.
After our two hours of visiting, I hustled out the back door to get home. As I approached my pick up, what I saw on the running board just below the driver's side door stopped me in my tracks. A bunched-up pair of navy blue underwear lay there, looking an awful lot like the pair I wore yesterday.
Uh, yeah. Yesterday's underwear which were likely at one point inside the pant leg of yesterday's jeans which I. Was. Currently. WEARING.
So of course my life flashed before my eyes—or at least my life of the previous three hours. I imagined myself walking through the pharmacy, gracefully trailing my navy blue underwear behind me. Or I thought of myself standing in line for my chai latte at the coffee shop, other patrons' mouths agape behind me and the baristas pointing and giggling as I went on my way.
Following my brief pause, I grabbed the underwear, threw them into the pick up cab, and laughed maniacally all the way home, likely frightening passersby. I also called two of my sisters-in-law and related the story (I will probably be getting underwear for Christmas for the next ten years). I texted my friends, too, but none will admit to finding my underwear and placing them on my pick up. I don't think I'll ever look the coffee shop baristas in the eye again.
I figure God needed to give me a little humble pie today. Or maybe He thinks I need to die my hair red. Or become a missionary to Africa. Regardless, I got the point, God. No need for a repeat lesson.
