As I inhaled my Bob Evan’s wildfire grilled chicken salad yesterday, my friend Jackie filled in some important gaps in her life story for me. I kept asking her questions so she’d keep talking and I could eat (I’m selfless like that). In all seriousness, I really was hanging on her every word. She and her husband just went to Israel! Sigh.
Anyway, at one point she totally embarrassed me because she was saying all this nice stuff about me and why she likes reading my blog. “You know what I think people find especially endearing about you?” I think I might have choked on a cherry tomato, because “endearing” is not on my list of Top 50 Words I’d Use to Describe Myself.
She went on to say something about my honesty and not painting a fake, pretty picture of my life.
Well. If that’s endearing, then this post? Is going to be downright CHARMING. Because I am not in a good space right at the moment.
I had a wonderful day at the Columbus Zoo with my friend Angie (we met as counselors at camp back in the day) and her daughter Sara. So that wasn’t the problem. But I came home exhausted (and I have plans to walk TEN MILES on Saturday) and all I wanted to do was stuff my face with junk food and go to sleep.
So I did.
But the crappy (if not tasty) food just made me mad at myself (I forgot to tell my friend Ali that she won the book Made to Crave on my blog awhile back, partly because I need to go back and read it again before I give it to her). And the nap was about 23 minutes long, and I woke up with some horrendous pain in my arm, side, and stomach.
Anyway. The girls got home from school, and I was tired and grouchy. I made hot dogs and mac-n-cheese and edamame and random leftovers for supper, and I was tired and grouchy. Gabe left to go to a meeting, and I was tired and grouchy.
The girls and I purged some more per Livi’s request (AWANA vests? No thank you. How about we only keep things that bring back good memories?) and that lifted my spirits for a bit, but then it was bedtime and the bickering started up and Daddy got home right in the middle of it and he’s tired and I’m tired and we’re all tired and the girls were being pretty much hateful to each other.
It’s now 9:16, and I don’t hear any noise coming from their bedroom. I’m still tired and grouchy, and I want to eat. Any Shredding I’ve done has pretty much been in vain because of my total lapse in eating healthy and with at least some small measure of portion control.
So, yeah, we’re walking 10 miles Saturday for Traffick Jam 2011. I’ve done a lousy job of co-coordinating this event. Lousy. I’m disorganized, and I get in over my head, and I can’t keep up with e-mails. And now Livi and Ava have a make-up soccer game at 9:00 and Nina has make-up soccer pictures at 9:30, and I’m supposed to be there at 7:45 with painted signs that I should’ve had done ages ago. And 10 miles is really, really far.
And our pastor asked me to pray and do the announcements on Sunday before the sermon, and all I can think is, “Shoot! That means I have to get my attitude right sometime between now and 10:15 Sunday morning. Poo.”
I’m gonna stop before this gets any more endearing.
I would love your prayers that I could climb out of this pit. Because it just feels really, really yucky.
Let me know if I can pray for you today.