I Woke Up Tired…
I woke up tired. And late. But instead of immediately feeling frustrated at another night of poor rest, I pulled out my Bible and devotional to start my day right.
I then had a decent morning before heading out to go visit a friend. On the way to visit said friend, I got stuck behind this guy.
I hate traffic. And smelling nasty things. But Christmas music on the radio can keep me in a good mood.
I head to Atlanta Bread Company so I can pick up lunch for my friend. She just had gallbladder surgery a week ago and I wanted to pay her visit and bring her some food she wanted. I got lost. And my phone was dying. But I somehow managed to get one call in to find out what she wanted and then somehow stumbled across my destination in the process.
I make it to my friend’s apartment and after getting M out of the car shut the door. Only to realize my purse still remains inside. And my keys. Great. And Peter gets quite frustrated when I need help. Let’s just say this isn’t the first time.
Thank goodness for time spent with a friend and a yummy lunch. My camera was with the purse, so it looked something like this.


Although much less glamorous. We were both pretty rough looking today with her recuperating from surgery and me taking a daily beating from pregnancy.
On the way home, things continued to not look so hot. Especially when I saw a sleeping M in my rear view mirror…
…I knew that would mean no nap once we got home. I was right. A fussy, sleepy M occupied my afternoon. Prayer (and a good cup of coffee) were involved. The coffee would have been good, if not for this…
The dang filters keep flopping over and getting grinds all into my coffee. Annoying. Especially three days in a row. So…is it bed time yet? I've managed to keep cheery despite minor annoyances and no workout for stress relief, but I don't know how much longer it can last. 😉
- Do you do something scatter-brained often? I have been all over the place this week! I can’t seem to get my head straight.
- My Kind Act of the Day = the visit to my friend, bringing her lunch. I know how much it means to me to have visitors (and food) when in recovery.




