Worst. Day.Ever. In. A. Long.Time
Insomnia, big fat mom fail, lesson plan fail, had-to-eat-school-lunch-today fail.
This afternoon, DD#2 and I picked up a stack of Victoria magazines at the library and soaked up some flowers and food and English cottages for half an hour when a diligent teacher (who hadn't had the worst day ever) would have graded papers.
If I can't be a hobbit on days like this, Plan B is to go live in the pages of Victoria, where winter consists of fluffy throws, leather-bound books, scenic snowy walks, and hot buttered scones. Lately, winter here means piles of ungraded papers,car-rider duty in (southern) Siberia, and looming ice storms that threaten power outages. (No coffee pot! The luxurious winter photo shoot always includes coffee!)
This is the point in the post where I should say something profound about not living my life pining away for magazine pictures, or quote a Bible verse, and play a song.
I should, but I won't. Today I'm just tired,
and I need to get alone with my Savior
and show Him my bruises
and say I'm sorry.
I don't think He minds that my girl and I found a bit of quiet in savoring beauty.
He created it, after all.
Be blessed with something other than the worst day ever,