Just one of THOSE days

Jamie landed in an red ant nest and picked up 23 red ant bites... Sam had the insane assignment to create 13 impossible tongue twisters using words like wasn't and aren't... Precious Abby, who was in bed, but awoke with a serious case of hiccups, found a pencil and stabbed herself in the leg... oh and and Jeff is at a one of "those" church board meetings...

I'm in one of those places where I think my head could quite possibly explode. Trying to trust the plan, trying to trust there is a plan, and trying not to shut my eyes for fear that I'll miss the plan. Does that make sense?

I just found out last week that my boss of 4 years is leaving. While I'm happy for him as he moves on to his greener pastures, my pasture looks pretty brown if you know what I mean. I know I shouldn't worry, but hey, I'm only human.

Jeff's job... well, I won't go into that here. I'm still trying to understand and trust the Master's plan.

I'm typing here in the living room watching my precous baby play with a baby doll and soccer ball. She's beautiful, she's happy- even though she has a small red spot where she recently stabbed herself with that pencil- she's happy.

I want her happiness. I want her obliviousness. (If that's a word?) I want to find pleasure in the simplest of things. I want to smile and really be happy despite the hiccups and the wound.

Thank You for the moments where I am happy. Thank You for the little things that do bring me joy. While the big bad things in life will always exist and while troubles will come and go, thank You for the pure joy that does exist in my life.

While Jamie sat with frozen peas on his ant bites, I apologized to my big blue eyed boy because in my weakness, I yelled at him for getting into the ants. Sam and I create absurd tongue twisters like "Aren't you going to the mart to buy tart art?" and "Fuzzy wasn't fuzzy was he?" Abby did sleep briefly and all was peaceful momentarily. Thank You for the peace in the raging storm.

I think there is some neapolitan ice cream calling my name in the freezer. Maybe I'll go see what it wants... Don't judge me, just whisper a little prayer for sanity... and that all will soon be quiet on the Wilson front.