Hey there everyone. I didn't mean to disappear after I posted my vacation pics, but I have just felt run down and sad the past few days. Yeah, I know. I just got back from a vacation with my husband and I'm sad. I mean, what is wrong with me?
Well, lots of things. Work has lately been draining my soul. Where I normally have 50 accts faxed to me per day, I've been getting 70-100 per day. As the summer lingers, the kids are being nitpicky with each other. My AC broke AGAIN. Third time in less than three months. My vacation, honestly, was not that great. Mr. R had a fabulous time, fishing and getting some sun. Me? I tried, peeps. But I seriously can't take the heat, and I spent a lot of time by myself in the condo watching Food Network. I was relaxing, but I wasn't happy. We might as well have taken separate vacations. I missed the kids (?!) and was glad to be home in my own house (except for the Sleep Number Bed. I miss you, SNB.) I have an appointment with a new pcp on Friday, and I am fervently praying that she is not a fat basher. Also, I forgot the middle school orientation for Bucket last week. There goes my Mom of the Year Award. Hmph.
So as you can see, lots of little things, all balled up into a few weeks. I just felt heavy. Heavy with worry, and problems, and issues. So when I received an e-mail from my pastor about a prayer meeting tonight, I resolved myself to attend. I *never* go to these things. I always tell myself that I'm too busy, or that my prayers don't matter, or since I'm not a powerful person, that I can't have powerful prayer. I didn't let me talk myself out of it, and so I went.
Oh peeps, it was nice. I spent an hour praying. I can't remember the last time I spent an entire hour just talking to God. I don't do fancy prayer stuff. I talk (in my head) just as clearly as I'm typing this out right now. No "thees" and "thous" for me. I prayed for the world, our country, missionaries, families, and so many more things than just me and my particular situation. But I prayed for those too. And I guess it worked, because I ran into Nicola at Publix afterwards and she told me I looked happy. Getting milk. Go figure!
Anyway, I feel a lot better now. I'm about to clear off my desk, then I'm going to take a long shower, shave my legs, and wear my favorite red pajama bottoms and black tank top to bed. I think I'm going to pluck my brows too, they are getting to be a bit much again. I feel good. :)