"Shireen and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"

I've borrowed and edited the title of this post from the children's book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day to suit the following true story...This description definitely suits my day yesterday!!! It was such a MONDAY! Jenn, my day reminded me of this post and this post that you shared a while back, when you were pregnant with Christian. Oh, the symptoms of pregnancy magnify the closer we get to delivery!!

Sunday, I felt as though I was walking in a fog...didn't have any clue what time it was all day long. I was tired, mopey, weary, definitely not the most desirable company...poor Russell! "Sarah, if I didn't make sense during our time together, 'Sorry!!!'" I felt badly for being so puney, but I couldn't do a darn thing about it, other than pray and wait for the Lord to restore my energy and heart as I rested intentionally.

The next morning, I awoke around 5:30, my normal waking time, slooooooooooooooooowly getting my face washed, teeth brushed and making it downstairs to spend some time in the Word. Since I missed church on Sunday night, I chose to go online and listen to the sermon, which was so good and so encouraging, given my still unrelenting, foggy state of mind.

After hearing the sermon, I proceeded to go about my morning routine. I started to walk on our treadmill for a mere 2 miles, which seems like FOREVER these {BIGGER, pregnant} days!! I couldn't even get to 1.5 miles when I finally had to turn off the treadmill. That was such a bummer. I then realized I was hungry! So, I ate a nice, big bowl of cereal! Then, I proceeded to the shower, where I became emotional and just cried and cried...I still don't know why, other than the result of pregnancy-induced hormones! Then, I couldn't apply my mascara without applying too much, and I finally gave up and didn't care what my eyes looked like. Next, the dreaded daily decision...what to wear, what to wear??? Ugh!

At this point, Russell comes to check on me, asking, "Honey, you okay?" to which I just honestly said, "No, honey. I just don't feel like myself." He sweetly hugged me, which I so appreciated, but I still needed to "get it together" and get on with my day! I finally got myself downstairs, said good-bye to Russell, put my purse down so that I could change from my fleece jacket to my rain coat because it was, of course, raining (yuck) outside. My purse fell over, its contents fell out onto the floor, and I prayerfully asked the Lord to help me to maintain a good attitude even in the midst of this. I got my raincoat on, everything back into my purse, proceeded out the door, then, "SLAM!"...I slammed my fingers in the front door! I screamed and then cried because it scared and hurt me.

What a pitiful start to a day! Hence, this blog post's title!

Russell quickly came to check on me, gave me a giant bear hug, and he whispered into my ear, "Honey, how about taking the day off today?" I said, "That'd be great," with utmost relief in my heart. He took me upstairs, medicated and bandaged my torn and bleeding finger, tucked me in, and let me sleep for a good couple of hours.

I laugh over yesterday, now, and Russell's already jokingly telling me to watch my fingers when closing a door. :) It's fine...I know it's all pregnancy! It sure helps that the Lord has given me a new perspective, which allows me to smile even in the midst of the hardship.

God is so good, and His timing is always perfect. My being patient for His timing, however, is always a good test! I'm glad I'm over yesterday's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day today! "Thank YOU, Lord. It is only Your grace that carries me through times like that. Whew!"