No Good Day Begins At 4:AM

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

My day did begin somewhere in the relm of 4:AM and it has most definately not been a good day.

I spent about 3 hours of it on the road with 3 poorly behaved children behind me.

I spent about $400 dollars to get some medical advice that I'm not happy with.

I spent about 3 hours trying to talk a child down.

I spent about 2 hours trying to talk a child into doing some school work.

I spent an hour cleaning up the parts of the house that I'd already cleaned the day before.

I spent 30 minutes going to the store to buy the same stuff that I have in my freezer but forgot to take out yesterday so it would be thawed out to serve to the teen group tonight.

I've had 2 drinks and 2 tylenol and still have 1 head ache.

In two days I've made contact with our case worker about 30 times.

I've mopped and done laundry, applied first aid, changed diapers and done general referee duties. I've been a good wife and a mostly patient mom and adequate house maid and polite receptionist.

It's only Tuesday afternoon, and I'm exhausted.

With all the other things looming in the back ground of our lives right now, I can say with assurance that this is all simply an attack by the Evil One, but that doesn't make it any easier to endure.