Yesterday was going to go like this:
Post Christmas Manic Mania
Wow!
How did the house get so messy?
We didn't even host any Christmas parties.
How can you accumulate so much dirty laundry in 48 hours?
Here is a super dark photo of my messy table.
I would have enhanced the photo, but I'm feeling pretty lazy.
In case you cannot tell, there is two day old cake sitting out,
paint on the table cloth, a cat perched on the corner,
and too many crumbs to count.
I did wash the Christmas dishes and store them.
I broke one of the glasses while I was at it.
There's Tate in my messy living room, watching T.V., with a raging ear infection.
He is doing much better today. :)
(Don't you just love all of those wires hanging down from the T.V.?)
Then there was this:
The Cup of Death, as I like to call it.
Supposedly, this is a 100% hypoallergenic formula for people who suffer from major gastro issues (such as myself). This was my first and last cup, because within 5 minutes I was having a reaction to it.
2 hours later, the E.R. was treating me for anaphylaxis.
I lived. YAY!
My gut is still in shreds. Boo!
Then I was going to type up a bunch of negative "blah, blah, blahs," about how stressful Christmas is to me, and how glad I am that it is over.
But, ya know...
there were a lot more positives than negatives.
So, instead, I am going to end Manic Monday (on a Tuesday) with this:
My favorite stocking stuffers:
Tate's Handwriting on a gift card holder:
"To: Mom
From: tate
$ for herirspray"
And
the tag off of a pair of PJs that my hubby stuffed inside my Christmas stocking:
Complete with Blayne & Skyler's signatures.
Yes, they are capable of writing neater, but they are boys.
What I love about their handwriting is this:
I can see their boyishness in it.
I love that they each have their own special kind of messy perfect
them-ness.
That they loved me enough to sign the tag on my pair of PJs (which I do love, Honey!).
I am going to laminate both of these things for bookmarks, because they are precious to me.
Jot it Down Tuesday
How I Feel, post E.R. Visit
Tired.
Discouraged.
In pain.
I want to eat a pizza.
I want a glass of wine.
I'd love to feel good enough to purchase "herirspray."
I want to get dressed up,
wear 4" heels,
with jeans...
and meet a girlfriend for coffee.
But I can't.
Because I am always sick.
I feel like a financial burden to my family.
Weak.
When I get like this, I am held up by my amazing family and friends.
I am sustained by my God.
I live a life that is truly unbelievably blessed, and I did nothing to earn it.
I am blessed because I serve a perfect God, who reaches deep, deep down inside my pain, carries it on HIS back and gives me exactly what I need each day.
This is what Christmas truly is:
JESUS.
The one and only GIFT who can wrap my (your) soul in insane crazy love.
Holding it firmly in place.
No food, no clothing, no shopping, no family, no friend, no doctor can do that.
Him only.
I'll end this with my favorite praise song.
Just click on the link if you'd like to hear it.
(My favorite part is the last half of this song. I cannot help but raise my hands and praise Him.)
Cheering you on & checking the fuel gauge,
Layla
so yes I have blog issues – and cruelty, and drama, and sadness, challenges, and obstacles lain down by people who really don't want me in this community. but it is in this community that I met people like you – your stocking stuffers sound perfect – I smiled with each one – and your cup of death – I get that. Before this time with this incurable insomnia that does to me some of what you're thing does to you – I'd never be able to understand the struggles that you go through – minute by minute. I get it now. I really do Layla - I get it. My stupid little blog drama aside – you – and your family – and the love in your home – that's what's important. They need you. They love you. God bless you my friend.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Layla. That is exactly how I feel, word for word. Praise God that you made it through another ER crisis. Keep holding on to Jesus; He will get us through. You are in my constant prayers. Love you.
ReplyDeleteI wish we lived closer. You could come to my house, carry your 4 inch heels in a bag, put them on inside with your feet up, and have coffee if you were able to take it. Your kids could play with mine and you could just rest.
ReplyDelete{{hugs.}} Get to feeling better.
Craig, you have such a compassionate, kind heart. It saddens me to think of others walking all over it. Life is just really hard, but I am so very blessed to know you. It's so much easier to walk through pain with a friend, or two. ;) When you boil everything down to the base...the substance of life...it all comes down to one thing (if you are a Christian): Jesus. He is truly the reason for living, loving, giving, and not allowing the negatives to win. He is the Giver if Life. Even in death we have Life. That is a comfort that nothing else can bring. :)
ReplyDeleteHere for you, friend. I get what you are going through and you are NOT alone.
KalykoKatt, what a cute name! ;) What a precious friend you have been to me. What are we going to do with ourselves? LOL One drama after another...sheesh. I am so thankful for your prayers, and I'm praying for you too. Don't we have the most loving Daddy ever?!?
ReplyDeleteCrafty Cristy, that sounds like an amazing afternoon! I would SO be over there if I could be. :) I wish you were closer too. <3 Thank you for always encouraging me.
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