I thought I would be more productive today. I had hopes when I went to bed last night. After waking up a few times last night with the baby, I realized productivity was not part of my vocabulary today. I figured that what ever was completed today would be a victory. Today I did go through my rather large collection of miscellaneous jars to repurpose them. I used quite a few of them, this made me quite happy. Today I modified my blog. My question is, why is this so fascinating and WHY do I tend to this blog for hours. Could it be that I feel this blog is a release from my day? An outlet of sorts?
Baby Bear had a better day today. I think the large amount of sleep yesterday helped our case. The snotty nose is less. The coughing is a little more, but I blame the draining nose. He still is grumpy therefore blessing the world with a temper. Oh Joy. I try to be the good mother who doesn't get upset by this temper and let it wreck my day. Sometimes it truely is tough. You forgive your child because they are at an age where they have no understanding. Their communication skills are lacking. They just plain do not understand. It is frustrating. I really do hate being the "good guy". I do it day in and day out because I love my son and my husband and that is the right thing to do. I wish it was my day to throw a little fit. Never happen. I could settle on a sleep in, massage recieving, hair and nails done day topped off with a tall white mocha with my name on it kind of day. Hey, a girl can dream can't she?
Something has been weighing on my mind today. I am the type of person who can usually give good solid advice about a lot of situations. Lately I find that this is not the case. I feel bad for my friends whom are going through a tough life change. They are traveling down a path that I hope to never tread. I know they are strong. What are you suppose to say. The only thing I can think of is, "sorry I understand this must be really difficult, I am here for you if you need me." I mean I almost hate, and that is a stronger word, to ask how they are for fear of a break down. All I can do is pray that the answers will come. I am not the type to be lost for words. I think this is one of those times I will just attempt to be there. I cannot interfere here. It is not my place to be involved in such a personal matter. I trust in the Lord that he knows the plans and the reasoning is just. I pray that the outcome is brighter than the gloomy situation.
A couple last requests. Pray for my family and friends in tough and nervous situations. Pray my baby bear gets better soon. I miss my cheerful son!
Love.
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