I’m going to whine; I am going to throw myself a pity party. Feel free to read and then throw your own party in the comments, or skip ahead straight to the comments and whine away.
My husband has (undiagnosed because the doc won’t see him until tomorrow afternoon) influenza.
I have had a weather induced migraine since 4 am.
It is now 8:45 pm.
My husband has been in bed for roughly 27 hours.
Our son doesn’t understand why, if daddy is home, he cannot play with daddy.
It rained most of the day and turned cold again, so we had to stay inside, out of the bedrooms.
The dog keeps peeing in the nursery, anywhere but on her puppy pads.
I am not pregnant, and I have a bad case of baby fever.
I’m training for a half marathon and my hip hurts really bad.
My son’s favorite word is “no.”
My parents are both having medical procedures next week.
I have no doctor, and any place accepting new patients has a four week wait for an appointment.
I want to eat either an entire box of cookies or the five blueberry muffins left from breakfast. Or both.
The scale hasn’t budged in a week.
So maybe it doesn’t matter how much I eat.
My two year old’s average day is 6:30 am to 9:30 pm. 45 minutes to go. Hopefully 45 minutes is all. Then maybe I’ll get a few hours of peace.
But…tomorrow is a new day. And His mercies are new each morning.