A Prayer Answered (as only God can)

As some of you may know, we have been waiting to find out if we get to stay in Tiffin, or if we will need to move on.  The decision is to be made on Friday (in 2 days but who's counting?!) and I am going crazy this week.  With the exception of each Sunday, where I fall apart in church, I have been holding together pretty well.  When our season ended a month ago, we knew we were in for major changes again.  Joe interviewed for the position of head coach on December 2 and 3rd.  He was the first interview, so we've had to wait while others are shown around our gem of a school and town that we have fallen head over heels in love with.  The final candidate is here today and tomorrow, but the AD has told us that he will act quickly and have a decision on Friday-  (BTW~Happy Birthday Friday, Kevin! ♥ Moo)
Now that you are up to speed, I can proceed to my not so subtly answered prayer.  I do not want to wish away time-I know how precious it is.  Instead, I've been praying for ways to pass the time as I get more anxious.  We have so much to lose if Joe doesn't get the job and we'll have a lot of decisions to make.  We remain hopeful because we strongly feel that we are not done here yet.  But there is always that part of us that tries to prepare for the worst case scenario.  That part is the one that I have been busily trying to keep preoccupied with other thoughts so that I don't stray into that territory unless I absolutely have to.
One of my keep busy projects is to fix the kitchen faucet.  It's not broken, per se, but it doesn't swivel.  We are renting our home, and if it were broken, I could just call our landlord.  Since it isn't broken (yet), I thought I could give it a go.  My brother Trevor knows everything about faucets and now I have a plumber in my family, so I can totally take this project on, right?!  So I'm crammed into the cupboard beneath the kitchen sink, trying to contort my body into this miniscule space to tighten the nuts that secure the faucet to the sink.  (Thanks, by the way, to Trevor for an extremely sarcastic description of a bolt versus a nut, which I didn't need!)
Bodie starts yapping like mad, and I think to myself, "Oh good.  Joe's home early and is going to ask what I broke!  This will be fun..."  Then there's a crash in the sink, which is very loud when your face is smooshed right up next to it!  I unfold myself and crawl out from under ready to lash out at Joe for throwing something into the sink for his own amusement.  But Joe is nowhere around, and Bodie is still yapping like crazy, directing his gaze to the window above the sink.  I look into the sink and it's one of my frogs that normally sit on the windowsill.  As I'm thinking, What the *%^!, I notice that there is a bird sitting where my frog had been (yes, a real LIVE bird).  I lean in thinking I have finally lost my friggin' mind and the little sucker starts going crazy!
So, as I'm tripping over all the bottles that are normally under my sink, waving my arms above my head, my dog is barking and this damn bird starts flying all around my house.  (Don't judge unless you've been in this situation!)  We live in a really old house that has awesome original wood trim around all the windows, but it's very drafty.  So we have all the windows covered with energy-saving plastic to try to keep the heat in.  Well, we did have all of them covered.  This bird went nuts trying to find a spot to fly outside.  He hit all the windows, repeatedly, popping and tearing all of Joe's hard work as he tried to get out.  Then the bird found our Christmas tree.  I gotta tell you, bird's wings are loud when they are beating as fast as they can between an ornament covered tree and a wall.  Again, don't judge! 
Please keep in mind that Bodie is still barking like mad and chasing this bird around the house as it tries to escape.  At one point, the bird landed on the windowsill right behind the couch and Bodie got him.  I'm screaming at the top of my lungs for Bodie to get away.  I wish I could say that I was concerned for the bird's safety, but all I could think is, "If I have to clean up dead bird guts or watch my sweet wiener dog eat a bird, I'm gonna throw up!"  It is at this point that Max comes upstairs, completely freaked out, and Mykah comes home from school.
Although we've lived here for 6 months, she has had a hard time making friends.  Tiffin is a small place and all the kids in her school have grown up together.  Much to my dismay, when I turn around to ask her to keep the door open, she is standing there with a friend.  She is standing there with a friend, who she has invited to our house for the first time in 6 months, only to find the dog going crazy, her little brother an absolute mess and her mom running around like a psycho with a broom.  I pause, long enough to say nice to meet you and smile, and then it's back to work.  I put them in charge of holding onto Bodie and giving Max some other pair of legs to hide behind while he cries, "No birds in the house!" 
In the meantime, I tried to call Joe, who was out recruiting, to find out where he is and when he'll be home.  Lucky me- he doesn't answer.  I immediately called my mom, but what's she gonna do from Idaho, and while laughing?!  Fully aware that this story may not seem believable, I pause when the bird finds its way to the bathroom to shoot this video from my phone... (if you stop the music from playing at the very bottom of the blog, you can hear my message to Joe on this video)

The doors in our house are situated such that you have to turn a corner to go out of each, so the bird never went anywhere near the doors.  Since all the plastic covering our windows was popped anyway, I was able to open the window that the bird was repeatedly trying to fly out, remove the screens, then "coax" it out from behind the curtain with my broom, where it promptly flew away. 

I still have no logical explanation of how this bird got into our house.  We don't have any broken windows, but at this point it doesn't really matter.  Thank you, God, for helping me to pass the time!

P.S.  I posted this a couple of hours ago, but I have just gotten home from picking Max up from preschool.  Their project today, NO JOKE, was to make bird feeders out of pinecones, peanut butter and birdseed.  When they finished, the teachers asked the kids where they wanted to hang their feeders.  All of the kids said in the tree.  Except Maxie!  Maxie said in my house!  Thank goodness Joe filled them in on the story when he dropped Max off this morning~ but his teachers just about fell off their chairs laughing when he said his was going in his house!  I think I'll hang it above the kitchen sink.  And the time continues to pass...