I’m still grumpy.
Kevin and I have not been communicating well.
My responsibilities are weighing heavily on me.
I’m not thinking clearly.
Nothing feels easy.
I finally got over my two day headache to be faced with a stomachache and dizziness. I’m hungry but don’t really want to eat anything.
The kiddlets are just tots, and still need me to be their ever-lovin’ mama.
Brielle got out of bed so many times tonight, Kevin finally said we should just let her fall asleep in our bed. Which we did.
Aviana had a colossal tantrum at bedtime and had to be disciplined twice.
And I am still so blessed. I have been given another day to live, to fail, to learn, to trust, to walk in the footsteps of my Jesus, to praise Him. It might not have been the day I would have ordered, but it was a gift to me, nevertheless.
And still I am so loved. I am loved with an everlasting never changing love. I am loved by a God who knows every single hair on my head. Who looks at me all raggedy, sick and greasy, with shining eyes. Who promises that all things work together for the good of those who love Him.
And I do love Him.