Journaling the Journey

This week has been a little hectic. Wrapping up Girl Scout Cookies sales (although they are allowed to sell, pre-orders were needed) and turning that in, getting business cards made for me and for the scouts, Ava acting nutty (won't do her homework!), Ella crying all the time (growth spurt) and me, the so tired mom. Frank has cooked dinner a lot lately because I am so tired. Now, he doesn't do dishes and they are always waiting on me, but it is nice for him to cook dinner. The laundry is taunting me from the basket on the table. The dog is curled asleep (just bathed by yours truly) and oblivious to the chaos of my thoughts. My husband is depending on me making a sale on our internet business. The person has not called me back, yet. I have not had coffee so these thought in my head are not ordered...just flapping around like seagulls after a hotdog bun. I am tired of this change of which everyone speaks....it saps my energy, my will, my hope. I want things back the way they were, back with people buying things and people going places and happy. When I was just a mom and not having to worry, not worrying about when I can make the house payment, when I can make a sale and save the day, how long we can stretch payments before we get notices. The kids don't understand that asking to go to the movie makes me cry. God says don't worry and I usually don't. But each month brings new challenges and while I know that I will rise to meet them I am weary and wary of these new leviathans the come up to devour the whole middle class of America.