The other day I must have pulled a muscle in my leg or something. It hurts like crazy and I end up limping because it hurts to walk "normally." I'm kind of frustrated about it. I tried Ibuprofen once, and it didn't seem to help. Daddy tried to pull on it (maybe pop any joints or whatever...) but it didn't help.
So- I'm ready to adopt out my cats. They have me at wit's end today. Sydney has knocked things off the table (he's not even supposed to be up there!). He's chased Bailey around the house several times. And now he's laying on the clean laundry that is folded on the couch. I'm too annoyed to stop him right now. (So if I'm wearing cat fur next time you see me, you'll know why.) Bailey has a heart/breathing problem. When she plays really hard she pants (like a dog) and the vet told us we need to remove her from those situations so she can calm down. Well... that's a whole other game for her! Us trying to catch her so we can put her away is half her fun! UGH! When she ran in our bedroom, I shut the door behind her and she calmed down for a little while. Now she's out again and trying to get all wound up. Ugh. I honestly don't know how much I can take of it! I told Jeff that they make me so crazy when he's not home, and I'm not quite sure he understands to what extent. Don't get me wrong- I love my kitties. And adopting them out is not really what I'm thinking about. I just need a vacation from them. (September cannot come fast enough!)
Other than that... I woke up tired. Don't you hate that? I feel lazy and unmotivated. Don't you hate that too? However, I have gotten ALL the dishes done. Don't think poorly of me when I tell you I let them sit for a few days. After finishing the dishes, I laid down on the bed in (somewhat exaggerated) exhaustion as Jeff got ready for work this morning. "I need a new house... and it needs to have a dish washer." Of course, my grateful heart turned sour and I started to ramble off a whole bunch of other things this new house needs. I am grateful we have this house. And I do like it. I just woke up tired and crabby.
You sweet lady. I'm sorry you're having a rough day. I've been feeling a bit down, too... I wonder what the deal is. Don't forget, though... you can take captive every thought! (Right now I'm pointing to myself as I say that because I'm having a complaining spirit as well!) Why is it that it's so easy to be discontent? Even in WONDERFUL situations?
ReplyDeleteHave you read "Voice of the Martyrs?" The Hegels gave it to me, and it made me excited about life and regretful that I hadn't been right before reading it. I think I'm going to pick up Rebecca St. James' version of it... about women. Want me to send it to you when I'm done?
Let's pray for each other about this every time we feel cranky. People here at work are really curious about my crankiness... since it's not always around, you know? It's kind of funny. So when I'm cranky, I'll pray that God gives YOU contentment. Will you do that for me? If he listens, you'll stop having reasons to be praying for me because I'm cranky enough to pray for you over and over and over....til yours goes away! :0)
I love you.
-Mol
Girl... already I prayed for you a lot! :0)
ReplyDeleteUmmm... that wasn't from Matt... That was from mole... oops...
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