Paid the extra $2 for delivery cuz I am 2tired to go get it my damn self.
Hubby and child are sound asleep and I got home from work just a teeny bit ago.
One of those days where I was so into my work (enjoying it), timing was just about perfect with each person but I didn't have a chance to eat or sit down for more than 2 minutes.
Grateful for a full day of work and super clients.
One in particular is a single mom, an uh.may.zing. woman.
I know for a fact she has no idea how amazing she really is.
One of the most beautiful, generous and faithful people I know.
Mmmm.. .
pizza, salad with homemade croutons and a tall frosty sangria soda.
Nummy nummy, as my daughter says.
I think I have a balance disorder.
I keep trying to find balance in my life but it's not working.
Perhaps I am working to hard to achieve it.
I know relaxation and refueling are two things I don't do well.
I'm sure some people in this world take care of those things first.
That would make sense.
Anger.
Me?
Well, the woman who let her sonS pee from inside the pool area, right on to the basket ball courts the other day didn't make me happy.
AND, the fact that a nurse made a mistake and gave our daughter one of her immunizations a few months early, didn't make me smile.
Finding out that the roses I had drying outside are no longer there makes me sad (d--n dog).
I've been pondering anger lately.
Not this silly kind of anger.
Real, righteous anger.
Didn't think I had any in me.
Heard a speaker recently talk about how women are generally "stuffers", emotionally that is.
I know it's a generalization and I usually am not a fan of those.
This one got me thinkin though
Let me take that back.
It's hard to love when I am angry.
At this point I am not sure what I am angry about but I feel it.
I have been irritable and grouchy for a little while (that I'll admit too, ha ha).
I can't change what I am not conscious of, so I'm taking this one to prayer.
It's been a long 38 years . . . if something's stuck in there it's time to move it out.
So, it's been a while again since I sat down and had some one on one time with this keyboard. . .
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| There have been bracelets to wear |
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| A yummy chicken and broccoli casserole to make |
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| A visit with grandmemere (great grandmother) |
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| Tiny statues of Jesus to carry around and kiss |
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| A new splash pad to play at |
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| A baseball cap to be worn (without a smile though, she wasn't too happy that momma disturbed her for a picture) |
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| And, how could I forget . . . on Mother's Day we went to our local cemetery to honor my Mother-in-law who passed a way years ago. |
Life is full.
Life is not perfect.
Life is moving ahead.
Life is a gift, in all forms.
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