What do these three things have in common?? Nothing except that they all have to be tackled today. And it’s going to be hard!
For the last few years at least I’ve suffered from horrible hormonal shifts and I hate it. I despise feeling helpless against sudden mood swings and irrational irritability. This week has been particularly hard but still I can’t let it be a crutch and an excuse for being angry. I have to tackle every single temptation to snap (and there are many) and hand them over to God.
The temptation is to just sit on the couch and hide in a book or on the computer and wait for it to pass. But you know and I know how bad an idea that is. Besides, I did that yesterday and very little got done around here — and typically when I do that the kids take their cue to run amok. They’re good at running amok.
Having said that I have to try to get some things done around here – even in the middle of the evil PMS.
- I need to get the dishes washed.
- I need to get the clean laundry folded.
- The kids need to do their school
- I need to finish making the kids’ bible verse cards for handwriting for the upcoming year.
If I can get those things done, and make it through the day without being sent to the loony bin, I’ll be happy. I just keep repeating:
“I can do all things through CHRIST who strengthens me!” Philippians 4:13
Tackle it Tuesday is hosted by 5 Minutes for Mom.
I hear you on just staying out of the loony bin. I think it’s going to be one of those days today.
Nice blog, it’s my first visit here. Happy Tuesday, I played as well. 🙂
Sounds like you have a lot to do hope you get to feeling better I understand how bad it can get
Thanks, ladies! I appreciate it. So far, so good.
I’m laughing because my google adsense in the sidebar pulled up ‘menopausal symptoms’ as a result based on the content. OH GOOD GRIEF. I’m only 30 – I hope not! 😉
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