Sometimes I have something to get off my chest. Other times it is an interesting story. Once and a while I just want to chew the fat. Sit back and take a listen as I ramble on about things that are important to me.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Day Four: I'll have a side of guilt with that
Hi y'all. Things ain't going so well in my neck of the woods. With all my fridge troubles I have not been sticking to my meal plan at all. The guilt is creeping in. My house is a mess and that hurts my heart y'all. I always wanted to have a yummy smelling house that was inviting and organized. I know I should not base my ideas about who I am on house work, but I can't help it y'all. I feel like a failure when my house is dirty. I do know that I have to start using my machine and my resolve is strong. I actually feel asleep today sitting in the car waiting for my boys to get out of preschool. One second I was listening to the radio and the next second I heard my self snore and D, strapped in his car seat, yelled wake up mom. I snapped awake but I hate the idea that I feel asleep in public not of my own will. I have to use that machine no matter what. The day was not a total wash even though I have not been eating well I have been getting a few things done. Monday I resolved to get moving so I took the kids to the Y. It was crowded and the child care was closed so I took the kids to the park instead. Yesterday I made an appointment for my husband and I to start marriage counseling (big step), and for my son to be tested for ADHD (really big step. ) Although I have not started on a regular reading schedule I did take advantage of some time on my hands. I found a Gideon Bible on the table at the therapy center and read the book of James while waiting for D to finish speech therapy. I realize I am never going to fix everything all at once. So Baby steps y'all. Like I read in James " Let patience have her perfect work that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing." Sounds good to me y'all.
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Keep a hangin' in there, sista.
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