There are days when it all feels like "too much." There is too much to do, too many dishes, too many people getting away with stupid stuff. Sometimes I feel like curling up in a warm fuzzy blanket and just sleeping for a week or two. Maybe three.
This is one of those days again.
Some days it is almost impossible to convince myself that God does have a plan. And no matter how many times he comes through, it is still hard to see when you are in the middle of something. Thoughts are scrambled. Nothing seems to fit. Something doesn't feel right.
If only I had that fuzzy blanket today.