I woke up extra early this morning to drink a big cup of coffee and surf the net without a toddler tugging my hands. When my little guy woke up, I was in such a chipper mood I told him I was making bacon and eggs for breakfast. First mistake of the day. I burnt the freakin' bacon. How do you burn bacon??? My house still smells like a grease pit, and my Yankee candles are not doing their job. The eggs turned out to be digestible, thank goodness.
As soon as I dropped Aaron off at preschool, I came home, and instead of doing laundry, or planning dinner or cleaning the kitchen, I sat on the couch sulking. The following is the breakdown of my thoughts:
- Will Adam ever have a job where he's at home with us every day?
- Will I ever lose these 10 pounds that I've been talking about losing for 2 1/2 years now?
- Will I ever get pregnant again?
- Will I ever find a job that I love without having to go back to school and/or taking a huge pay cut?
So, I decided to pray. And although I still have a major case of the Monday's...............
Every thing's gonna be alright.