Okay the photo is from last May but I couldn't find a photo in my file to match my mood this morning. Yesterday was a fun and busy day. The middle jazz band played in Albany, NY yesterday and I was blessed with the opportunity to accompany them as a chaperone. The kids played well, behaved well and were all smiling as they excited the bus around 6 p.m. last night as it unloaded. I was thankful for the opportunity to join them for this exciting opportunity - a great day.
As we drove in to town I had a headache starting - by 8:30 it was a full-blown migraine. I retreated to the darkness and silence of my bedroom until the alarm went off this morning. My headache started as soon as turned to shut the alarm. Argh..the day was starting where it ended. I took something for my headache and started the day's agenda. We had our hair done and were beautiful for our adventure of purchasing new gerbils. This was truly an adventure as we drove to Oswego to the new pet store to find it closed (even though the sign said it should be open)!
Well two stores later and an hour of travel time - we found two male gerbils. We stopped at the mall so Grandma could treat us for lunch and then back home. Thanks Mom! And during this my migraine was slowly returning, every pokey and bad driver was placed in front of us and my frustrated, moody migraining self was getting uglier. Thank goodness my mom and daughter love me.
Maybe if I would have set my alarm earlier and spent some time having coffee with Jesus instead of coffee on the run - the day wouldn't haven't got the best of me. Proof that a day started with God may not run much smooter but it will be easier to get through. :) Off for some time of study and devotion!!
P.S. Some of the crankiness could have been from not being able to write last night (due to the migraine) and not being able to write today because of the additional time spent finding gerbals. On a happier note - when I saw my daughter's eyes light up and her peppy disposition bouncing as she selected her two new gerbisl - I was ashamed for being so miserable and cranky about not writing. Hmm...apologies were made.
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323