It’s not over. This weekend that is. The weekend that has thrown all sorts of curve balls at me starting on Thursday. I’m hesitant to post this because there is one day of the weekend left… my attitude could change. Haha!
My husband got to miss all of the really good stuff because he was on duty. Lucky-ass. So I was tested again and again and had no one to pawn it off on. I’m not quite sure how single parents do it.
I could sit here and tell you all the bullshit that happened. But to be honest it’s just miniscule stuff that all happened at once. Overload on the mild side, in the scheme of things.
As I sit here typing I am thinking of all the positive things that have come along with these trials. Things and moments that are just between my kids and I. Or between my husband and I. The private moments that only we can truly feel.
So here is something that I thought of and decided to put in words. Something to post somewhere I look every day to remind myself.
It’s any easy concept. Just not always easy to do.
I don’t go to a church anymore. But I do try and instill belief and faith in our kids. And one of the main things I reiterate is to just hand it over to God. He’s got it anyways. We just have to religuish what we think is in our control.