I am not having a sunny day. I just feel yucky inside, and nothing seems to be going right. I’m trying to think of a way to keep this from being a whiny post. Nothing is coming to mind.
I popped in a DVD this morning and plopped all three girls in front the TV. Well, I plopped Nina. The other two don’t really need plopped. I tried to catch up on everything–straightening up the house, laundry, dishes, bills. As I loaded clothes in the washer, I thought, “Wow, it’s been at least a couple weeks since my washer acted up. It’s a miracle! Thank you, Lord!” I typically have to keep switching cycles or moving the knob ahead manually, and if I forget, the water could run all day long until I go down to put the clothes in the dryer. Well, wouldn’t you know it? It’s being a pain again. I’ve had that same load in all day, trying everything I can think of to get it moving.
I’m soooo glad we sold our house. I don’t like April. Being self-employed stinks when it comes to tax time. And our car insurance is due in April, Ava’s surgery is coming up, blah, blah, blah. And yet God always provides. I need slapped upside the head for letting finances get me down.
Ava’s nose is still really swollen. It’s bruised all the way across and over one eyelid. I’m calling the doctor tomorrow to see if they recommend that I bring her in or take her somewhere for x-rays. She told a friend today that her nose was swollen, and the little girl giggled and said she looked funny. She meant no harm, but as Ava recounted the tale to me, she burst into tears. It about broke my heart. (Little Girl’s Mommy, if you’re reading this, it’s sooo okay. I’m sure Ava’s over it already. No nap = over-sensitive four-year-old.)
I had another meeting at church today about helping out with the intimacy series. As Randy Jackson would say, “It was just okay for me, Dawg.” I met with 2 pastors this time instead of 1, but it just felt like the same meeting rehashed for the senior pastor. Not a whole lot was accomplished. I hate asking someone to watch my girls and then feel like it was time wasted. But I’ve never really talked to our pastor before, so it was nice to get to know him a bit. And my friend and I had a good chat before and after the meeting, so all was not lost.
Except that I lost track of time and didn’t leave her house until Gabe was already home. Not a huge deal, except that he had Men’s Group at church and had to rush through supper. Oops. Also found out that Livi and Ava both have soccer games on Wednesday evening starting next week. Half of them start when Gabe usually gets home from work. Plus we have Awana and Men’s group. And we’ll each miss at least one of our children’s games each Wednesday. Grrr…
I bought a fresh pineapple yesterday–yum. Except that I cut it up today and it was way too ripe. Yuck. Tried to make smoothies with it tonight using strawberry ice cream but the smoothies should have been called stringies. We all started gagging on the pineapple strings and ended up putting the “smoothies” down the garbage disposal. What a waste.
Hmmm…anything else I can complain about?
When I get in these funky moods, I find it tough to get out. Unfortunately, I realize that it’s more than just moodiness–it’s a multitude of sins that I just wallow in passively, completely unmotivated to snap out of it. I need to go spend time in prayer and then curl up with a good book.
My writing is frustrating me, my house is frustrating me, life is frustrating me. I am focusing waaaay too much on me.
On a happy note, the three girls and I looked through old photo albums tonight while Gabe was at church (no Awana–spring break). They were sooo cute and precious when they were little (still are), and it was so much fun to reminisce. Some of the pictures of Livi look exactly like Nina now–crazy. I’m so stinkin’ blessed.
I’m not watching AI. It just seems so pointless. I’m feeling better now though. Thanks for the outlet.