October has been my month of “falling apart”. I have been in and out of doctor’s offices all month. Am I sick like Husband-Man is sick? Nope. I just have a cluster of yuck that’s not wanted to go away.
No matter how much I’d like to whine about how miserable this month has been, I’m going to refrain. You don’t want to know. You REALLY don’t want to know.
So, have I handled this cluster of yuck well? No. I haven’t. Let’s be real. I’ve cried a lot. I’ve made Husband-Man feel bad while I lay on the couch and refuse to move. I’ve bemoaned driving to the doctor and getting tests done. (Poor me. I have access to excellent medical care. #firstworldproblems #brat #notcoolself.) I’ve cried some more. I’ve complained.
I’ve been attempting to make Mondays in October about being “around the house”, and this month, I’ve made my house yucky. And I’m ashamed of it.
And of course, I want to tell the internet-world that I’m great and I’ve got all the stuff together. Lies. All lies.
So, around the house this week, I’m failing. I’m sick (with what we still don’t know), and I’m waiting to get better. This week, I want to try to wait better. To tell God about my yuck and to trust Him.
What has your yuck been? Do you need to wait with more grace?