Do you ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go right?
Well, it seems I've been having one of those days for the last month or two solid. I just can't get it together. O just won't listen and mind (thanks, terrible two's). House is, we'll just say, less than stellar. Car problems. Dog problems. Hubby frustrated about something or other that just makes your day that much more of a fail.
I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being weighed down by the things of this world. I wish I knew how to fix it, but I don't.
I'm praying and trying.
I'm hoping this is just a season. A short, piddly season like Fall in Texas.
I'm almost certain you won't find me with my head buried in the back yard, but I make no guarantees.