No stealing of joy in My this and that

  • April 2, 2015, 3:19 p.m.
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I’m feeling angsty today. Just dissatisfied. It’s not hard to annoy me today. It may be the stress of work, as it’s a short week and I have extra work since we’re doing an extra service this weekend for Easter.

I think it’s just Satan stealing my joy at this time. Easter is generally my favourite holiday… and it is one completely centred around Christ; so it makes sense to try to distract me from that.

Ben did the dishes last night (THERE WERE SO MANY!) Then we talked about insurance for our trip, as well as where we might stay when we arrive in Paris. Then he took apart the drain of the kitchen sink because it wasn’t seeming to drain properly. He worked so hard all day yesterday. What did I do? I got home and sat around… literally, that’s all I did.

So I got up and rushed around and packed this morning. Sometimes when I have to rush I get angsty… it just makes me feel unsettled. So that might be a reason.

Jake peed on my fuzzy blanket this morning. Ya, maybe that’s why I feel this way. It might be guilt. We left him alone all weekend last weekend. We’ve been busy and distracted this week, and we’re leaving him alone again this weekend. AND again next weekend. Not to mention his ears have been really bothering him (Ben says it’s ear mites)… he’s just been so miserable and I feel bad.

I kind of want to get another cat, so that Jake isn’t so lonely all the time. I wonder if that would be a solution or just adding to the problem.

I just have to make it through this day. After work I have to rush home and make dinner. I REALLY want to give Jake some quality pets, as well as tidy up the house a bit. I can do all of that in an hour and a half right? Probably… maybe. Then I’m going with Ben to drop in where I have to interact with lots of kids that I don’t know … it sounds really draining to me.

GAH! Get your chin up Q! I literally have 0 things to be unhappy about.


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