My face is red. My hands are shaking. My stomach hurts. Suddenly, my right eye literally starts to twitch.
I slam down my fork on the table.
“THAT’S IT! I. AM. TAKING. A. NAP.”
My husband calmly looks at me and lovingly responds, “Good. Enjoy your time. Take as long as you need.”
Well. THAT didn’t have the intended effect. But whatever. Bedtime for mama.
I used to think that rest was a sign of weakness. C’mon, I should be able to go on forever, right? Jesus will help me get there. Rest is for sissies. I am strong. I am not a coward. [Read more…]