Church on Sunday was a bust. Chaos at home beforehand, crying clinging children during, tantrum child destroyed his own bedroom afterward. Had briefly considered staying home, and later felt like I should have gone with that inclination.
Feeling fragile today. Can have an entirely competent conversation about something important, and then be tearful immediately after. I think this is a one-hour-at-a-time day.
My children and the one the organist leaves with me were rotten in church Sunday as well. Then the whole day was a bust. I told my hubby I was going to the movies and leaving them with him if things didn't get better after cub scouts. Fortunately they did but only for a little while and then it was to late for the movies! We all survived. Must have been weird weather vibes or something.
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Jerri
Its not one hour at a time, sweetie, its one breath at a time. One breath in, one breath out; kid blows up, kid calms down; husband vents, wife listens; wife cries, husband wipes away the tears; A prayer is lifted to heaven, Jesus receives it like incense.....
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