Parties & Roofs & TV, oh my!

So Friday I'm supposed to be throwing a bachelorette party around 7pm. I was out running some errands that afternoon. When I arrived back at the house at 3, the roof was completely torn off! I had no idea the roofers were coming that day! I figured since they hadn't shown up by noon, they weren't coming. That's what happens when you assume! So all the workers were chilled out on my front porch (one of them in my rocking chair). I walked up and asked with my best Spanish speaking abilities, "When are you going to finish tonight?" The guy in charge replied casually, "Nine-o'clock."

Nine!!! What!?! Are you kidding me? My mind was racing at that point. I felt the rage boiling up inside of me! I'm a schoolteacher! I'm slighty OCD! This was not on my itinerary! Quickly, I turned and walked back to my car before I blurted out any inappropriate Spanish words at them, especially the one in my rocking chair.

Once I got in the car and screamed for a few seconds, then I called my mom. Luckily, my parents were going out of town this weekend, so they agreed to let me move the party to their house. I called to let everyone know the party was moving, loaded up the groceries, gifts, etc. and took them over there. Everything worked out fine. It just didn't seem fine at the time.
Daily, I have to remind myself that God is in control and I am not.

Saturday, they finished roofing my house about noon. After they had left, I noticed my electricity wasn't working in the den. 87% of my time is spent in the den. I ran outside and flipped the switch in the breaker box. Nothing. "God, I fasted from TV on Tuesday!" I pleaded as I flipped more switches. Still nothing. "I want you to spend more time with me," He whispered.
Gee whiz, He is a jealous God.

Have any of those moments to share when you overreacted to something or thought, "God, did you just...?"