I have a list of Q & A's that I can't seem to get a minute to answer. Those things take a while I tell you and I don't have very many "whiles" these days.
So instead of trying to pull the wool over everyone's eyes that I actually have it together around here, I'm just going to share what I wrote in my journal last night.
Here you go:
I am so, so, so tired.
It is only 9:45.
Dave has been out of town again. And has been sick on and off for what seems like forever.
Single parenting can be rough I tell you.
I just stomped up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door because I'm so tired and sad that my kids don't listen to me (I am invisible) and no one is doing jobs this week and it feels like all I do is nag and sometimes my teenagers are so grumpy and sullen and I will never, ever, EVER get on top of life. Claire has another UTI (I can tell) and Lucy's OCD things are killing me. I am horrible at communication skills with my teenagers lately. And Grace needs more attention.
But even still, I know that life is good. Tomorrow the sun will shine and I will apologize to my children and we will hug and our eyes will twinkle at each other again.
Because God is a God of second chances. And boy does he ever give me a LOT of them.
And guess what? I was right. (Except about the "wait 'til tomorrow" stuff cause I had to go apologize to Max before I could sleep). Today the sun is shining and eyes are twinkling again.
How grateful I am for second chances.