There are those days when living in a house of boys is less than favorable. Yesterday, there was the maple syrup puddle under the table in the morning. Then the coats all over the floor. And the Lego's I keep tripping on. Joy, oh joy. Typical day. And like any other typical day, I was unable to use my bathroom last night until I cleaned up another puddle I found in the middle of the bathroom floor. To put it delicately, one of them missed. I knew this since there was a trail from the toilet seat to the floor. Why on earth do people think we need a dog...we have BOYS!!!
I feel not so much a storm as a little shower of emotional rain. My mind is filled to the brim with thoughts and trying not to go batty trying to sort them through on my own. Then I start feeling isolated as I have no one to talk to. I have therapy next week so I will talk then for sure. It’s not even anything bad; it’s just so full I am thinking out loud. That never bothered me before, but now I am feeling unsteady. I have talked to myself my whole life. I am certainly not going to stop now, but it feels like a gateway to the enemy deceiving me all over again. He can disguise his voice to sound like anyone else. So if my thoughts are out loud, I’m Vulnerable. I miss my friends. I have a few here and there . I miss lighthearted fun. I am just waiting for God to pull the curtain on this season and to start to feel more like myself again. I’m not asking God for anything He doesn’t want me to have, I just need to get through this little shower. I know God still has things for me to d...
I sure love those boys though!! The coats all over the floor...my girls do that as well. And believe it or not, we occasionally have mishaps in the bathroom with them as well, but prob'ly not near as often. =)
ReplyDeleteHang in there, Amy! You're doing a great job in the midst of all that testosterone!
Thanks Gwen, I am just now seeing this. Life got busy and I fell behind in my blog.
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