DO YOU EVER FEEL LIKE THIS?

All day I’ve had a feeling of sadness and throughout the week I’ve been keeping myself busy to keep my uneasiness at bay.   When I go over my schedules and what I have done in the course of a day, my friends are amazed and really I don’t think anything about my energy levels or what I accomplish.   Those around me are usually amazed, but not me.  I’m really hard on myself.  Tonight I am having a big pity party so bear with me…here goes:

My son, who is an Aggie, had an accident this week.  His truck is totaled and he is looking at a 1980 Blazer with gas mileage of about 12 mpg on a good day.

My youngest son and I drive back and forth to Tomball for home school classes.  That’s two days  a week plus tutoring on different days.

I took on a new partner in my business or maybe she took me on.  We’re still working that out.

I decorated my house for fall.  The boxes and aftermath are everywhere.

I cooked every day.  I did laundry.  I pulled weeds.  I cleaned house.   I watered plants.

I took care of chickens and a dog.  One chicken is eating eggs.  The dog has a rash and licks incessantly.

I home schooled my son.  I am the task master and he does take me to task while all of his outside teachers tell me how wonderful he is..and he is…But

I paid bills.  There are always more bills and prices just keep going up…so do taxes.

I listened and tried to help every one that reached out to me this week.  I don’t believe in “community” because who the heck is that?  It’s me and Jesus didn’t say, “its about community”.  He helped each one by himself and one on one.

My husband doesn’t come home for five days at a time.  He just calls and makes suggestions about what needs to be done.

So what’s wrong with me?

Today was my mother’s birthday….She’s been gone over a year.

Tomorrow is my anniversary….It’s been over twenty and that’s all I’m saying about that…

and no one has said a word.

There…boo hoo..I’ve had my pity party.  I’ll get over it.  The biggest problem with a pity party is the capital “I”.  When “I” get over myself things will seem so much better.  On to another day!

The Irish Lady