For the last few hours I've been teetering on the edge, close to losing control. I'm tired. Eric was in Vegas last week for five days working for my dad and came home just in time to work four solid long days at OSU. We have to keep our OSU insurance at least until the baby arrives. It's not optional. The kids have been so good this entire time, but the wheels fell off the bus at dinner tonight. There were several timeouts involved and more yelling than I would like to admit. We ended the night with some good books and big hugs...another day tomorrow, and only two more without daddy.
Then I came downstairs and I can't find my broom. I just used it yesterday to chase the chickens. They wouldn't go back into their coop and with Eric at work they almost became meat for the deep freezer. They are very lucky the eggs are so good. Anyway, I called the neighbor for back up, we got them in, but I can't find my broom now. We had cornbread for dinner so I really NEED the broom now...so many crumbs. The broom really isn't a big deal, but I'm just so tired.
I sat down to check blogs and forget about the dinner mess. Then I read about Melissa. Then I thought about how incredibly silly it is to worry about a broom. Please pray for their family this week as they meet with doctor's in New York. Melissa's faith in the midst of this storm is inspiring. Tonight her words helped me put things into perspective.
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