i guess i'll start with the disappointment washing over the house. my sister, en route here with her 4 boys for a week of fun and distraction and fellowship, called to say their transmission just blew in Wheeling, WV, and the repairs will take too long and be too expensive to finish the trip here. disappointed is a mild word. i've no doubts god is allowing it but the reason totally escapes me of course. it bites. (thankfully a call to the sitter i've been using, and had given the week off due to the company, resulted in "sure I'm free" and so I'm covered again for my clients.)
i was already a mess today after a phone call last night that got me thinking about relationship stuff that i don't feel free to blog about really. sorry. just stuff about what it is and isn't and how it functions. i hide stress pretty well, but not as well as i used too, and while i thrive on it in certain amounts, going overboard makes me crazy. i'm usually all right so long as i get chances to be alone or run or vent once in awhile, but they're few and far between lately, and the added responsibilities take a real toll. then a phone call that makes me think about stuff i have 'stuffed' and i end up a mess. i know that not being able to run outdoors (and briefly indoors) for this last week isn't helping, and neither is pms, but there it is.