Over the past few December 19ths, I’ve handled the day with grace and graciousness. Today? Not so much.
Church this morning started out well, getting to see my favorite cowboy mom, but it went a smidge downhill from there. Due to a few things here and there, I ended up crying (during the singing) and possibly whining to my journal about how God was being mean to me. I only had one option.
I took myself home and went directly back to bed. After our service that usually gets out around 12:15ish, I was in bed at 12:19. Not playing games.
I woke up feeling a bit better, but still a little out of sync as I went to the target with a list of three items and only bought four things, spending only twelve dollars. That’s unheard of for me.
I’ve got some art projects to work on and some Christmas things to attend to, as well as the cleaning and laundering of most everything I own. So, I’m going to the store, the pet place, and braving the Walmart, because I am certifiably crazy and apparently want to cry more than once in a day. Then I will get some pizza and snuggle up on the couch and catch up on some DVR.
(Though I think it’s in my best interest to steer clear of the Hallmark in favor of a more appropriate movie. Maybe Zombieland?)