another tuesday blog.

(Here's my sassy friend Elin. I really like this picture.)

I went home sick yesterday after I had been at work for 3 hours. It was embarrassing and awful. 

And I have this theory: right next to the gates of hell, there's a door to your left. Do you know what's happening in there? People getting sick in the the worst places. 

These places include:

The middle of nowhere, but on the interstate. You're welcome. 
A family vacation where you all share one cabin. 
Your work place. Where everyone can hear you throwing up because the bathroom door is right by the main hallway. 

Basically when I woke up this morning, I was scared to eat. 

So I didn't have coffee. 

Then had a banana for lunch - good news! It's still in my stomach. 

Then I yelled at my husband on the way home from work because I was tired, crabby, and still haven't figured out how to run my life with my new job. 

And ever since I got off the phone, Jesus and I have been chatting and here's the juicy detail: I need the most grace. Everyday. There is not one person in this world that needs it more than me. 

And because I'm the one that needs it? I'm also the one that needs to give it. 


Just kidding. I'm impatient. And short tempered. 

Ok fine! I'm basically crazy. You can find me on the struggle bus 99% of the time. 

Anyway, I just needed to get that out there because writing helps me. And I just asked google the question, "can a person have wine on a tender stomach? asking for a friend." and google said yes. 

Love you all! (Hi Grandma!)

1 comment:

Megan said...

Ahhh the struggle bus. Aren't we all on there, every day, in some way or another?!