Its been the worst kind of day. I just got up off the couch after sitting and thinking about what went wrong. It was the kind of day where everything seemed to go wrong. It wasn’t tangible things like on Sunday. From this morning until tonight I was frustrated by everything and I think I frustrated most everyone. I cried this morning and I cried tonight and I couldn’t even put it into words if you were sitting in my living room with me. I suppose this is being too transparent (maybe too serious) for blogland but it’s the truth. Trying to think about being thankful is almost impossible tonight. Surely everyone has days like this. I am thankful that tomorrow is coming. I am thankful for the new day that is on the other side of this night. I am thankful that I have the desire to be thankful. Beyond that- well, I am thankful for YOU. Have a fabulous Friday... I am planning on it.
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I am right there with you, Jane Anne. I did my Thanks Tank early and glossed over how I was really feeling, but I am tired of being tired, tired of feeling crummy, tired of leaving my house in the hands of my DP and three children, just tired.
I cried when they left me alone yesterday, and I cried later when they came home and I wasn't any better and had to go to the doctor again.
Thanks for being real. Thanks for being transparent. Sometimes life isn't funny and isn't a joke. Sometimes it is just life. I'm thankful you are willing to share yours . . . good and bad . . . with me.
Wish we lived closer. I'd come sit on that sofa and cry with you. I'd wear a bandana tho' -- dealing with some seriously bad hair here today.
i can relate. We swap prayer request cards at a bible study I go to, and on Wednesday my prayer was to get rid of my frustration. I've just been frustrated and I don't know where it is coming from--AAHHH!
Anyway, thanks for sharing with all of us. I'm thankful for you and how you take a moment each week to remind me to be thankful!! I know the frustration will pass soon with thanks to our FATHER!
If I had taken the time to write a thanks tank it would have said almost the same exact thing as yours. Except I guess I know where my frustration and anger is coming from. I felt like it would have been sarcastic for me to say that I was thankful that the day was almost over and that the "horribleness" that is my life at the moment is almost over as well. I'm not dealing well. I'm just really thankful at the moment for such an honest and dear friend as you!
Wow. That's how I spent my day...crying. I couldn't wait to go to sleep because then I would be able to not think. Sometimes the mind is a horrible thing. I'm so very frustrated right now too. Nothing is going right and everything takes too long. Thank you, JJ, for sharing this on your blog. I am so thankful for you, my dear sweet friend. Know that I love you and you are in my thoughts and prayers.
When I first started reading your post, I thought, "Oh my gosh! She must be pregnant again!"
But, all kidding aside, I'm sorry you're feeling blue lately. We all do certainly go through that. And, from reading these comments, it sounds like we're ALL ready for springtime!! I spend my time lost in daydreams of spring and warm weather and being outside. And then another snowstorm comes, and my day is ruined and I feel miserable and depressed.
Thanks so much for "keeping it real". That's what makes blogs relatable. I thought maybe only the Colorado Owens had bad days, but it's comforting to know that we're all just HUMAN.
Big hugs to you, sweetie!!
Kristen
So had one of those days, I even posted about my day at 2am the next day! :) Motherhood isn't all peaches..
Hang in there, Jane Anne! Days like that... crying is sometimes all that helps. I'm glad God thought to create tears - I think I would explode if it weren't for the sometimes frequent waterfalls! Have a good week this week. I hope your days are looking up since Thursday!
Thanks for sharing how you really feel. Sometimes it's hard being totally honest. I hope this week things are better for you. I'll be thinking about you.
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