How do you like this one, Suz? 
Much better, yeah?Y'all know I'm stressin' right?
Stress makes me do really strange things. One, I start to speak inverted. No longer do I say: that room has many windows. I'll say, instead: that windows has many rooms. Why? My brain is frying on all the information I'm trying to keep organized in there. If we weren't moving I would be okay. There's just a lot of planning and organizing and I am not a multi-tasker by nature. Not even by nurture. More like, by FORCE. And, it messes with my brain. I do not have an ounce of Italian blood in me, but suddenly I find myself grasping in the air for words, and jabbing the air around me in frustrated emphasis.
I'm finding myself barging into a room focused and determined to get there to end up standing there purposeless and bereft of the reason for being there.
Mother Nature is rearing her ugly head as well . . . and I digress here to give a good bit of advice for all women who consider tubal ligation (yes, many Catholic women decide for themselves to do this; I was ill informed and made that mistake): I do not recommend it and I do not advocate it. First off, because it offends God's plan. Second, it really makes Mother Nature's visits HORRIBLY worse. In all aspects.
I've planned on going to the National Shrine, but now with "mom" here I am about to go insane. The idea of sitting in a car/truck all the way to MA from MD does not appeal to me in the slightest. The idea I have to rise early tomorrow to meet said ride there at 5:45 am is just about the most disgusting suggestion ever. I am going to by physically a wreck the.whole.time.
Ladies, would you go? I already know my answer . . . but I want to hear what you have to say.
Stress makes me do really strange things. One, I start to speak inverted. No longer do I say: that room has many windows. I'll say, instead: that windows has many rooms. Why? My brain is frying on all the information I'm trying to keep organized in there. If we weren't moving I would be okay. There's just a lot of planning and organizing and I am not a multi-tasker by nature. Not even by nurture. More like, by FORCE. And, it messes with my brain. I do not have an ounce of Italian blood in me, but suddenly I find myself grasping in the air for words, and jabbing the air around me in frustrated emphasis.
I'm finding myself barging into a room focused and determined to get there to end up standing there purposeless and bereft of the reason for being there.
Mother Nature is rearing her ugly head as well . . . and I digress here to give a good bit of advice for all women who consider tubal ligation (yes, many Catholic women decide for themselves to do this; I was ill informed and made that mistake): I do not recommend it and I do not advocate it. First off, because it offends God's plan. Second, it really makes Mother Nature's visits HORRIBLY worse. In all aspects.
I've planned on going to the National Shrine, but now with "mom" here I am about to go insane. The idea of sitting in a car/truck all the way to MA from MD does not appeal to me in the slightest. The idea I have to rise early tomorrow to meet said ride there at 5:45 am is just about the most disgusting suggestion ever. I am going to by physically a wreck the.whole.time.
Ladies, would you go? I already know my answer . . . but I want to hear what you have to say.
7 comments:
Sarah-Maybe going would give you some peace? You may feel differently once you go, and then MUCH better when you come back.
Mother nature is a biatch and she's kicking my butt this week!
I think for me, I'd stay home and do what needs done, to keep my sanity. And mother nature always has a say in what I do, which is usually nothing when she's around.
I'd say go. Who knows when you'll have the opportunity to go again? The time on pilgrimage and in prayer can only be good for you and you can always offer "mom" up as a sacrifice.
The house, packing out, and the mess will be there when you get back.
Blessings!
Things must be really bad...I thought you hate cherries. Cute back ground though. I say go, don't let a period keep you from doing anything, because it teaches your daughter that this is a good excuse to get out of things (I had college roomates who taught me this).
go go GO!!! You will not regret it. Period smeriod...I know you are one tough cookie and will not let that get in the way.
If its something you feel very called to do in your heart of hearts and the family is encouraging you, then you ask for grace and go with the strongest urge.
By the way...LOL! I love the dog..I just love it..very cute pictures again. :) Little Lucy was just taken out the door to get her little shotsies...she peed and poooed for me, the puppy-sitter/granny twice today...yes...outside!!! Hip hip hooray!
Your dog is way cute!!
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