Wednesday, February 1, 2012

365 days 17-18


If he's going to be sick and crabtastic, at least he makes it worth it by also being adorable.


Overwhelmed, terrified, exhausted, slightly relieved and completely livid. I'm trying to convey all that, but I think it's safe to say I didn't miss my calling as a model.
This 365 thing is saving my blogging and sanity so far this year.  If there are aspects of my life I cannot discuss right now, at least I can say SOMEthing.  Tonight I'm in knots about working with the youth at church.  When I was a teen, I had my own troubles in that sector.  I know I handled things back then - and it was awful.  I have no idea how to handle things from the opposite side of things, especially because I'm so emotional about it.  And let's be honest - everything.   I can't have a calm rational conversation about most things, and I predict that if I do try to address things, it will be a disaster.  blalarhrhhhhghggggg.
In other news, I have been trying to change my hair - like cute braids, buns, whatever, and they all looked wrong.  I thought  the wrong was all my hair, but I realized it was my face.  So now I need a new face.  Dagnabit.
Now, so as to not be a total downer, I got sleep last night!  Except for at 11pm when I was awakened by WonderGirl sobbing loudly.  When I got to her bed and asked her what was wrong, she told me it was because she missed me.  I kissed her and tucked her back in.  Crawling back into my own bed I didn't feel as exhausted as I could have been.  I mean, I mean the world to one of the coolest little girls there is.  That's kind of cool :)


Elizabeth said...

Oh my gosh, pull my heart strings! What a sweet thing for her to say...

Just take it a breath at a time. This limbo stuff is definitely for the birds, that's for sure.

Love ya!

Maria said...

What a little sweetheart she is!! I'm glad you got some better sleep-hope your little guy is better soon, and that everything you are worried about works out!

aubrey said...

oh reva.

i'm a counselor in yw and find this THE HARDEST calling of all my 12 years as a married woman. {and i was primary pres for 3 years} but it's hard emotionally, and physically and mentally. and it's funny {not funny haha but funny STRANGE} because i don't remember our yw leaders sweating and wondering what they should say or stressing out as much as I STRESS OUT EVERY DAY for these young women. holy crap.

HEAR YE. I need to document the fact that I ran 3 miles and didn't feel like death.  So just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did...