I had one of those days yesterday. You know. Not a horrible day. Not even an awful day. Just a day where the small things that could go wrong did. I changed clothes four times. I ran out of eggs for breakfast. My boys couldn't sit next to each other in church for more than two minutes without taking a swing at each other. My primary lesson tanked. I remembered about five things that I was supposed to have done for today that I didn't. My rolls didn't rise. My son burned his finger. I couldn't eat dinner until after 7 when every thing was cold, and corn on the cob cold is gross. And there is no good chocolate in this entire house.
It amazes me how a day like today can just drain my soul. It really wasn't that bad. It could have been so, so much worse. But the thought of doing the dishes, just made me want to cry. I lay on the couch, barely able to move. It seems like every muscle in my body is on strike. When really, it is simply my brain.
It amazes me that I feel like this. There are days when I accomplish so much and at the end of the day am still looking around to see what needs to be done. But something about yesterday seems to have drained any and all desire to try and even think.
Let's all hope today is better.