It’s 11 p.m. and I haven’ t blogged ye
t.
I am giving myself
a pass today.
I have a lot on my mind and heart, and my time is much better spent in prayer than in spilling my brain right now.
Thanks for understanding.
Living the Adventure, Telling the Stories
It’s 11 p.m. and I haven’ t blogged ye
t.
I am giving myself
a pass today.
I have a lot on my mind and heart, and my time is much better spent in prayer than in spilling my brain right now.
Thanks for understanding.
My wonderful daughter passed on her “I’m-not-feeling-so-great” thing to her mommy.
(And the wonderful part is not sarcastic… I do think she is just that.
I just wish she’d quit being so generous. :))
I wouldn’t be frustrated, except this is cold #3 of the season.
#1 wasn’t horrible, other than it hit a few days before we were supposed to go to Wicked. So I spent most of the play sucking on Halls and blowing my nose. (But I still got to see the most fantastic musical EVER…small price to pay.)
#2 was bad. I could barely sit up for three days. And, of course, it hit right before we took a long
weekend trip to Iowa.
At least I was in a car blowing my nose constantly and not around other people.
And that one took forever to go away–probably two weeks before I was feeling normal again.
#3 is here. Blah. Selfishly, I want it to go away so I can sing with praise team on Sunday. I miss singing and I don’t get to very often anymore. Anyway, yeah…I have so been fighting this thing with everything I have. And with everything I can find on the internet. So far I have tried:
Do. not. take. on. an. empty. stomach. (I found out the hard way.)
And if I add a lot of lemon, I can barely taste the honey.)
I choked down about 1/3 of it before pouring the rest down the drain.
Mind over matter, right
? Bring on the salsa!
(Yes, I ate it for breakfast…I’m just cool like that.)
I am so desperate to kill this thing. Is there a miracle cure out there that I’m missing?
Please share!
Follower of my Father. Wife to Tobin. Mama to my Mae and Mac. Friend. Writer. Dreamer. Lover of adventures. Throw in some coffee, chocolate, running, music, and that's me. I fill this space with the real of my heart and life as I dance through my days with one hand holding my daughter's (or my son's, if I can keep up with him!) and the other holding my coffee mug. Welcome! I hope you'll stay awhile.
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