AHHHHHH!

I opened the garage door this morning only to be met with an awful smell. It smelled like a sewer. I immediately knew what happened. Alex went to the freezer and got some meat out for a meal and left the door open to the freezer. That was Saturday night. The four hottest days of the year did a number on the very full freezer. We lost everything. I called my mom in tears. I knew there was no way I could get it all cleaned up by myself. She graciously came over to help me clean up the awful mess in the garage. We ended up throwing away three bags of food and three bags of clothes (donations that had been sitting next to the freezer.) I almost cried as I threw it all away. After my mom and I cleaned up the best we could we went to the grocery store. I still smell like bleach but at least I have food for the next couple days. Alex was afraid I would be upset with him but it was a complete accident. All of this happened on the day that Sam's speech coordinator was to come over the house. She arrived to kids eating lunch while watching a movie, Sam with his shirt off (chicken salad and yogurt do not mix well together), and a very frustrated mommy (this was all before my mom got there.) I wonder what the Lord wants me to learn from all this. Probably more patience and compassion for a very upset Alex (he felt so bad when I cried). Alex is getting real lessons in responsibility as this is the second time in a week that he has caused damage to property (he broke the side mirror on our van in a fit of anger.) At least this time I knew it was not done on purpose. I also think the Lord is trying to teach me that well laid plans sometimes need to be broken. This week we started school and today we only got through three subjects, one of them being Bible where we learned about compassion. Oh, well. At least my freezer is now clean and the garage floor has been bleached.