Ever have those "off" streaks. Those days that seem to line up and throw anything they can muster at you? Those days that you just look at and feel defeated right away? Those days when everything you touch seems to crumble and fall apart?
I am naturally scatter-brained, clumsy, forgetful, all things NOT full of grace. But usually I manage to hold it together and keep the ball rolling. Not the last couple days. The ball has stopped. Or maybe I've stopped trying. Maybe I'm just stuck. I don't know. I just know that I'm having an off streak.
I've been going to bed WAY too late and getting up WAY too early.
I'm putting off projects that have deadlines fast approaching.
I didn't eat ANYTHING good for me yesterday and this morning and have been feeling it.
I haven't gone for a bike ride when I've had the chance, I've gone on facebook or blog-hopped.
I washed my car, really well, only to drive right through a construction site and get mud splattered all over my car. Within an hour of washing it.
I procrastinated saving the pics from my memory card to my computer.
Then I lost my camera.
I did not handle hubby's frustration with grace.
I've been an impatient and frustrated mom.
I've been a lazy homemaker.
I forgot about a load of laundry in the wash for over a day. Ew.
I haven't showered in a day.
I burned cinnamon rolls this morning.
Son was up at midnight having a very hard time breathing. Breathing treatment time.
Then after he went back to bed, he was up every twenty or thirty minutes until five-thirty when he and Daughter got up for the day.
I didn't make them breakfast this morning. I gave them a banana and cereal in a bag on the couch in front of the TV.
I feel like crying.
Baby is teething...or something. He's just grumpy.
The weeds in my yard are out of control. I've been neglecting them this week.
I didn't check my email often enough and missed out on an order on ETSY.
Did I mention I lost my camera? And I feel like crying?
I am supposed to make potato salad for a friend tonight and still have not checked to make sure I have everything I need.
I made it to the flower fields with only forty minutes to close and had to run all around trying to see everything.
Son coughed so hard from an asthma episode that he threw up all over at the flower fields.
I lost my camera at the flower fields. Running. With five kids. :(
My first solution was to go back to bed. To feel sorry for myself. To hide in my house/room all day. Now I think I'm just gonna pray.
I'm just having an off streak.
I would take a picture and show you this very real, very undesirable streak...my tangled and dirty hair, the kitchen strewn with empty cups, an open cheerio box, and empty juice carton. I would snap a pic of the couch piled high with laundry. Laundry that's been waiting to be put away for two days. I would show you the jungle of weeds in my backyard, the dog run that needs to be cleaned, the outside toys all over the place. I would take a picture of my charred cinnamon rolls, usually divine, extra black and crispy today. I would have no problem showing you this disaster I'm calling life right now. Except...I lost my camera. Yeah, I sure did.
I'm done venting now.
Well, judge if you want.
I'll get over it. ;)