Thanksgiving at our country casa was GLORIOUS. Gluten free. DELICIOUS. Happy. MARVELOUS.
I do want to point out that by the time TLC, Her Hubby and The Little Princesses left on Saturday morn, I’d put more Steps on my Fitbit in five days than ever before—in the eleven-ish months I’ve worn said Fitbit. I even made it to almost 14,000 Steps by Thanksgiving Night! Saturday afternoon, and all day Sunday, I was pretty much incognito/incapacitated. Back killing me. Knees killing me. Everything hurting. Good pain, though it was! (To put this in perspective for Y’all, my “Step” goal each day is 7,000. That is SEVEN THOUSAND. Not eight. Not nine. Not fourteen. Trust me—I don’t make that goal more than three days in a typical ELC week.)
My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I have missed Our Three Girls (and TLC’s Hubby and Henry the Dog) terribly since they went home. My next visit with them will happen this Sunday. I’ll drive East for one night. About 24 hours. TLC and Her Hubby are taking Little Leighton to a Christmas play and I’ll be Grammy Nanny-ing Baby Elle! Just the two of us. We plan to have us some major FANTASTICNESS.
Now My Confession:
Yesterday was a horrible day for me. From the time I woke up (at ) until about Much of what occurred is too long of a story. One I feel confident most of Y’all would not care to read. Let me sum it up as quickly as I can.
My day was troubled by:
(1) A jewelry store in
I’ve been dealing with for over
SEVEN weeks. They were to resize a ring I got from their designer 5 or 6 years
ago and have never been able to wear. It's been living in our safe. Am I sounding too fancy? I'm not meaning to. It is a
LOVELY ring (I’ll take a picture of it for Ya’ll—if I EVER get it
back.) It’s one of the most expensive gifts I’ve received from MSH in over 39 years.
(But not outrageously expensive, 'kay?) This store has been on my last nerve long enough. Period. Dallas
(2) Our Internet Provider—who is not the best and never ever has been. The Customer Service Reps, however, are ALWAYS nice. The issue is primarily the fact that we live out in the sticks and the lines are OLD and awful. That issue is 24/7 and it gets FRUSTRATING.
(3) My Sweet Hubby. He and I were getting on each other’s nerves for hours. We don’t like that. It happens.
It was the kind of day where you can’t help but feel as though you’re being punished. And, unfortunately, you can think of one thousand reasons why that might be happening. Sigh.
Around —when I hadn’t even taken the time to shower and dress—I went into my closet and prayed. I prayed for forgiveness—for all the things I’d said. (Mostly to myself and/or under my breath. A couple of things I’d rudely said to MSH. Did he deserve my wrath? Possibly. A teensy bit at most, though. He got too much of that wrath. I ADORE him. Y'all know this.) I was NOT sassy to anyone I talked to on the phone. Why is that? Why are we nicer to strangers than we are to ourselves and our family members? WHY?
As I stood in the dark, and in tears, I pictured Jesus looking at me. Shaking His head in sadness—but with His beautiful, kind, sweet face. I asked Him to help me calm down. To remember what really mattered. I told Him I couldn’t even imagine what some people in our country (i.e.
, Tennessee , Ohio and Alabama —just a few States going through
HELL) were experiencing. (And then don’t even get me started on the rest of
the World. Sheesh.) Yet I was being terrible about truly unimportant things. Silly
situations. I felt some peace come over me. I calmed down. I showered and put
some clothes and a teensy bit of makeup on. I felt 97% better the rest of the afternoon and
Today has been mucho better. Except I’ve found myself going into significant shock many times when I've realized it’s the last day of November, 2016.
Here’s hoping each of Y’all can wrap your heads around the fact that it is about to be December. DECEMBER. Here’s hoping you’ll handle current and/or future strife better than moi/ELC. Here’s hoping you have MANY Blessings from Our Lord God Almighty and Jesus Christ in the coming days and weeks. Blessings that will help you, comfort you, reward you, surprise you, and calm your souls.
Ta-Ta for now, Dear Friends Everywhere...
p.s.: I failed to mention Baby Elle was/is also sick. Yesterday was quite scary. TLC was beyond worried. I was in panic mode. It was stressful. When you're two hours away from your child and grandchild and you want desperately to be helping, it takes a toll on your general well-being. And anyone in your way. Yikes.