Mentos Challenge

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My daughter asked me to buy her Mentos at the store today. It was a good day, mentally speaking. I agreed..

Once we were home I was putting away the groceries and Trace walked in. He said “Your daughter is outside puking and recording it” causally with a slight look of disgust.

I thought “great” the eating disorder is back. I thought things were settling down.

Trace grabbed the box of Frosted Flakes and I was relieved that I picked up a gallon of real milk for those. I normally buy almond but today I was feeling like spoiling the family.

He opens the fridge and there is no milk.. “WHAT” I yelled!

Instantly I thought of my vomiting child in the backyard and my temper spiked. Sure enough I ran out and turned the corner yelling “Where the hell is my milk”? 1st I don’t curse much anymore, period. 2nd you’re probably wondering why I didn’t run screaming if Grace was ok since she was puking, right?

This all happened within a minute.. Grace is known to have rather bizarre behavior so it wasn’t as strange at it sounds.

The second I turned the corner swearing about my milk, I ran smack into a strange man. We live in a nice neighborhood and our back is basically fenced in.

My daughter, with bright green hair, was puking milk all over the sidewalk and this man’s dog was licking it up!

I’ve never been so humiliated in my life.. Not to mention it was a neighbor that I’ve never met. His dog got off the leash and he was chasing it through our yard. His little wife stood at the corner of our fence watching and waved as I glanced over petrified.

Anyway, this was some silly internet challenge from what I understand. I think it was a combination of challenges. Milk, Mentos and Diet Coke!

Lord thank you for that special amount of control you gave me during this motherly challenge. I had to stop anoint myself and pray but I didn’t swear or hurt her. Yes, I walked away with my head between my legs but at the end of the day I have found joy in the story. Thank you LORD Jesus for my daughter Grace and my neighbors who were probably just as mortified as I was. Thank you Lord for the uniqueness of my life and family.

In Jesus name I pray, Amen

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About United States Of Leslie

Since I was a child all I wanted to do was write. The words my father said to me that molded my self worth was "You're not college material", I let that define me. Later, during my first marriage and after the birth of my first child my mental illness began to escalate until medical intervention was necessary. Eventually I self destructed and with that my marriage ended. In 1997 I met my second husband and I had two daughters. I often refer to him as "the monster". I suffered in domestic violence for twelve years. In 2006 I finally gained the courage to take my children and leave while he was at work. I packed my jeep full of the kids belongings and drove off with no destination in site other than freedom. In 2009 I met my soul mate Trace on Twitter. This is where life begin for me. The stories only grow in glory and self awakening. I've lived.. I have 40 years worth of stories. I believe that God gave me all these valleys to cross. With these experiences I'm traveling to the top of a euphoric mountain leading to heaven. I think my testimonies are one of my many ministries I must fill in this life. I will inspire others. I've been everything from beat down, to homeless and morally bankrupt. I'm going to just write from my heart. I'm currently in a love affair with God. Every day my relationship with him grows. I've had a void that I couldn't fill for a long time. God filled me full of his spirit and I'm on this adventure every day to see what he will show me. I am love.. ~ Glory Be God ~

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