Lately I've been doing that whole 'wake up in the middle of the night worrying about all the stuff I can't control' thing and let me just say, it isn't fun to be me right now. I'm a nutcase. Happy one minute, slightly (depending on who you ask) psycho the next.
That being said, my bedroom closet is clean...though my bedroom is a wreck with all the stuff that came out of my closet and I now have no idea what to do with it. I feel like that is my brain right now too...partly organized, partly disaster.
We took a walk, that guy that I like so much and I, after spending a morning where nothing went right. The internet was on the fritz. A simple light switch change turned us into, well, the Walton's...meaning we now have no power in part of our house. The microwave decided to stop microwaving. To top it off, I made a HUGE bowl of perhaps the worst cole slaw you've ever tasted...and that set me over the edge.
Trust me on that one...it's true.
So we walked. And I complained and he listened and He listened. I keep imaging God rolling his eyes at my whole freak out attitude (and I do blame genetics...I come from a long line of freaker outers and have passed it on to two of my three children. Of that I'm proud.) but yet he never does.
The internet stuff got figured out. The microwave started microwaving again. The power in the bathroom (and all our outside lights and nope, not a fuse) is still out...but we have candles. And a lighter. No extra money this month, so it will be like this for awhile...which just kind of fits in with the theme of who we are.
75% put together; 25% train wreck.
I did what I do when the going gets tough. Got the flour out of the pantry and put it in a bowl. This time...lemon blueberry scones, which were delicious. Worth the extra few miles I needed to put in after eating one. I would've loved to have watched them bake in the oven...that's one of my happy things after all, but, wait for it, the oven light is burned out.
Tomorrow is a brand new day. Thankful for sunshine...it lights my bathroom.