30 March, 2012


It's how I'm describing my Friday night.

My kids are doing much better, but I've been in a cranky mood all week.

I was so looking forward to getting out of the house this weekend and doing something fun. But then I texted a few things to my husband this morning and didn't get an answer back. That is not extremely unusual as quite often he is tasked with something that doesn't allow him to answer me back right away, but after a couple hours I was starting to wonder.
Then I finally heard back from him.
He had been at medical all morning because he hurt himself during PT. Of course my initial reaction was panic and worry, but as soon as I found out that it was just a "ahem" strain of a certain region "ahem" and he's just on light duty for a week, cranky selfish old me suddenly realized there went any chance of doing something fun this weekend. {Yeah I'm just an awesome wife}
I get in this mood all too often.
I have SOOOOOOOO much to be thankful for and our blessings are overflowing, but Satan likes to use little reminders that send me spiraling back to feeling sorry for myself.

Annnnd I'm being a hypocrite.

All I have been doing lately is telling people they need to shine where God's planted them even if they hate it.
But here I am,
focusing on the negative.
Wishing we were living anywhere but here.

DUDE, I'm doing it again.

I'm struggling greatly with our housing lately. (And before everyone starts saying move off base, just please know its not an option for us right now, so this girl just has to suck it up and listen to my own advice....)

We're healthy.
We have a roof over our heads and our waistlines prove we aren't lacking in the food department.
I have the best husband and even though lately they make me want to bang my head on a wall, I have the two most beautiful babies who I wouldn't trade for anything.
After searching for a church for 7 years that felt right, we've finally found one. I got to go to the ladies night a week ago and got to meet a grown up!
We even got a phone # from one of the nursery gals as a potential babysitter.
{Shh, don't tell anyone, but we might get to go on a date for the first time in 2 and half years.}

So really.
I'm starting to panic about our future.
So if that's all I have to complain about, I've have to say it's a pretty lousy reason don't you think; Being that I'm not suppose to worry about tomorrow....(Matthew 6:34)

So this weekend, I will set about to do the job I'm suppose to do. Which apparently now involves bringing ice packs to my husband. Ahem ;)
I will continue to count my blessings and praise God for the wonderful fellowship we found.


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