Man, Sunday flies by fast! Got up this morning had a couple cups of coffee, got ready to go to church, came home and ate lunch. Went out to do a little shopping, and the sun is already sinking low in the sky.

I love my weekends. But I can’t stand Sunday coming to an end because that means Monday is going to start. I don’t dread going back to work, but I don’t love it either.

The whole list starts over again, and there’s going to be extra added into it as we go. And we’ll probably end up with a surprise activity or two. But that’s the way it goes, isn’t it?

This next month is never ending stress it seems. There’s the Christmas shopping to do, a letterman jacket to pay for, a band trip to Disney World to put even more money into. I’m going to pull this off, it’s just stressful. It’s stressful on the wife as well, but she holds up fine. Much stronger than me and in control of her emotions.

Me? This is my stress relief right here. This keeps me calm for the most part. I’m not saying I still don’t stress out or get angry over something stupid, I ain’t perfect.

No one ever told me that having children would be as stressful as it is. Yes, children are a joy and a blessing, but they can be some of the worst times you’ll ever have in your life. I guess that’s why God gives us those really, really proud moments, the winning moments where nothing can touch you and everything is as bright shiny as it can possibly be. And I live for those moments.

This is just a rant out here on the road by myself.

This too shall pass.

Winding this up well after sundown. Sitting here waiting on a little Chinese takeout and trying to decide how to run my week.

There’s a plan in everything and that goes for life and the work week.


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