Things always seem better in the morning...

As a follow up to my woe-is-me post from last night, I would like to say that I really have nothing to complain about. Nothing of real importance anyway. Yes, it is hard keeping everything taken care of and balanced while working. I'm not accomplishing everything on my to-do list for sure! That is very hard for me to be OK with . I can't really say that fact is very enjoyable. But, I have a job! Eric has a job! We can pay our bills. I have two healthy kids. I have a nice home (even though I see 50 things I'd like to redo). I have a husband that loves me. I know Jesus loves me. I have a great family and two great sisters that posted encouraging comments (thank you).

I'm just like a child. When I get tired I can't cope with daily life. By about 6pm I'm drained. Everything looks bad, feels bad, is more overwhelming and doesn't seem possible when the sun goes down and everything is in disarray. That is a personality trait that I would love to get rid of . I'm always trying to battle that trait.

But, the mornings feel better. I can appreciate the positive things in my life. I don't want anyone to think I am blind to the blessings in my life. I see them.

By the way, this morning it was the dog wanting food that woke me up at 5am!

Need. More. Time.

It's 9pm. I've been up since 5am when I got a cell phone call from an "inmate at the Rutherford Co. Detention Center". (It was obviously a wrong number) I excercised at 6am. I have more laundry to fold. Four loads have been done and folded but not put away. The floors are filthy. The clutter is building. My youngest keeps getting out of bed. There is a crusty meat loaf dish waiting to be scrubbed. Eric wants me to watch CSI. I have 317 pictures on my camera from October alone. I'm ready for bed. I have to work tomorrow. Will I ever have time to blog again???