This week I have felt like a flat tire, a little deflated but not broken. No one has to worry about me, I just have a lot on my plate. Between working, church, family, the house and anything ‘n everything that I can possibly fit in in between. Plus I haven’t slept much, JZ has 3 molars coming in and now an ear infection and cough to boot.
It should be ok to be able to say, “I’ve had a bad day” every once in a while. If you read my blog — you’ll know that I rarely rarely rarely do that.
I do not want to use this as a place to blast at people or tell what others have done to me. But I want to be able to say that I’m feeling a little flat every once in a while. It’s ok that I feel weak at times – I’m not perfect and I really don’t aspire to be. Faithful… now there’s something I am aiming for. Trustworthy. A friend. Generous. But not perfect. No thanks – that’s not for me.