Traveling Insanity

Our itineration travels have really picked up over the last few weeks. During a span of services and pastors’ meetings over 10 days, we spent one night at home and every other night in a completely different place. As crazy as it sounds, we love traveling together as much as we can. We are so excited that God has called the 3 of us to be missionaries that we all want to be a part—even in the craziness.

Like I said, we’ve been traveling fools. We have met so many incredible pastors and made so many new friends. That’s the lovely side of it all. And now, from a mother’s heart. Most days I feel so alone in what life hands me as a mom. I just continue to encourage myself in the idea that other moms have moments of insanity, too. So if you feel otherwise, there’s no need to share. I’ll just continue to find peace in the lie I’m telling myself! 🙂 It’s been a while since I’ve written some of the comedic side of our lives. This beautiful March Monday is the absolute perfect day for some giggling!

1. At the beginning of the last week of our travels, Ben and I both caught the flu. There’s absolutely nothing worse than being sick in a hotel that’s 3 hours from home. Thankfully, we caught it at different times so we could each take turns taking care of the other one and Oliver. No, Oliver didn’t catch it. He was bathed in some intense prayer!

2. I googled the actual definition of this bullet point and it’s very similar to how I want to use it personally! Blowout: a sudden rupture or malfunction of a part or an apparatus due to pressure, in particular the bursting of an automobile tire.

This is my definition. Blowout: a sudden rupture or malfunction in the bowels of Oliver due to pressure, in particular the bursting of everything inside him coming out EVERYWHERE. Y’all, I’ve never cleaned so much poo in my life. I have stripped Oliver down completely naked to wash him down with baby wipes in so many different church bathrooms and hotels. Let’s not forget to mention having to carry him into a pastors’ meeting facedown because poo bursted through the diaper, is leaking down his leg, and their first impression of me is needing a bathroom. To so many pastors, I am, “that missionary who’s always cleaning her poopy child.”

3. Ever have those moments where you are in a quiet situation and so desperately don’t want to be disruptive, but you keep thinking of something funny that happened? You bite your lip and do your best to think of an orphan puppy or anything that you hope will make you sad. Yeah, this is mine. We were in a meeting with a pastor before service was starting and Ben was holding Oliver. In his words, “I noticed that my pants had gotten wet, so I shifted Oliver a little thinking somehow the bottom of his shoe was damp.” About 5 minutes later, he looks down and realizes Oliver has once again pooed through his SUPER THICK overalls and onto Ben’s lap on his light green pants. Y’all, he was preaching in 10 minutes. I tried to contain myself while the pastor kept talking and I carried Oliver out like he was superman again. We made it to the bathroom and I had to change him on the counter, stripped him down, and put him in his little misfit, “this is when I’ve pooed through everything else” outfit. So yeah, during service I found my lips quivering from wanting to just burst out in laughter at the thought of Oliver pooing on Ben.

And now comes story-sharing time for you! I know I’m not alone in the craziness that life brings (at least I hope not!). I’d love to hear the moments of your life that made you step back and say, “Did that just really happen?”

  • March 21, 2016
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