Excuse me while I growl....

I'm in a growly mood today.

I think I need to go hibernate!


Warning: What follows is a lame excuse to justify self-pity. If you not inclined to read "poor me post STOP RIGHT HERE.






I've been on an emotional roller coaster all week long and it just keeps building.

I'm wondering if some of it is the post holiday blues. We were so busy in Canada helping get ready for the arrival of baby bug that the time just flew by.

Since arriving home there are new demands and new lifestyle changes that I'm having difficulty coping with.

I'm your basic Lazy Daisy.....I rarely venture out of the patch .

This week started out on a high emotional note with having my tooth pulled and the emotional trauma I always go through. My anxiety level was at an all time high and I've been dealing with a dull ache in my mouth all week. My prayer life definitely increased immediately.

I started a community Bible Study this week....I had already missed the first session which meant going out Monday night to attend the first session in a nearby town. I was born without a sense of adventure and definitely no sense of direction. Driving anywhere at night is traumatic, especially if you are unaware of the area. Again my prayer line was in constant use till I returned back to my cozy nest.

I joined Curves this week and made a commitment to attend at least 3 times a week. Since we are leaving the city tomorrow that meant going Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. It wasn't a horrible experience but it suddenly dawn on me that I'm fat. (Now I'm traumatized again!)

Yes, I know I have been fat for most of my adult life......it should come as no great surprise but it did. Taking numbers, taking pictures, weighing and measuring......it was so in your face. There was no place to hide, just the stark reality .....it is what it is!

Yesterday in all this mix came news that pregnant daughter was taken to the hospital because her BP was elevated. I'm an old OB nurse....I know what that means and all the complications that can occur. (Yes, I'm a worse case scenerio kind of girl when in comes to my babies!)

I was with friends when I got the news , We prayed , I was fine. However, as I was driving home it hit me that this was serious, and I wasn't there. So I did what any good momma would do.....I cried. I cried, and I cried, and I cried. Would love to tell you how much better I felt afterward but I didn't.

I called my best friend who has known my daughter forever and as soon as I heard her voice....I cried some more. Between sobs she got the jest of the story and did what she does best....She prayed, and prayed and prayed some more.

Afterwards the burden didn't seem quite so overwhelming. By the time I drove home there was word that pregnant daughter was home and all was well.

Tommorow starts a whole slew of activity.....My mom's birthday, seeing my sisters, service project with the sisters, driving to Savannah, seeing friends, doing ministry, driving home again.

Mr. Wonderful wonders why I'm not as excited as he thinks I should be......I don't know either, but for now I think I'll go hibernate. Cave time is looking really good right now.

Labels: cave time, growly