D’s been gone since Easter afternoon.  He will be home Tuesday at 6am.  I am SERIOUSLY considering meeting him at the airport.  I realize how absurd that is (I could just meet him at the church or wait til he drove home and SLEEP some more), but I am missing him terribly right now.

Ugh… cue tears…

Part of it is that I’m on this odd kinda-sorta-bed-rest thing.  PRAISE GOD, it’s NOTHING severe!  But I’m not supposed to be out and around much.  Or even up and around much.  And I assure you, this has taught me IMMENSE gratitude for my health and NEW appreciation for my freedom of movement.

I miss my kids.  Yes, they’re still at home with me, but because I’m couch bound, we haven’t been doing as much together.  And I haven’t been cooking or cleaning or laundering or anything normal in the past 48 hours.  (You can imagine what my house looks like.  FlyLady is due here any minute, I’m sure.)

Basically… I’m just Eeyore at the moment.

It’s exacerbated by the fact that I jumped right back into some sin I should have stayed well out of.  Blech.  Hate that.  Forgiveness is a beautiful thing, but stupidity smells like day-old dumpster.

It won’t last.  God is SO good!  And I’m really tired, so that’s a lot of it too, I’d imagine.  A combination of off-notes for a cacaphony of dysfunction.  But tomorrow is a new day.  And His Hope springs — Eternal!

Just going to end here.  Time to rest and trust.  :)   Go0dnight!