Yay! My sil & nieces are coming for a short visit! They should arrive around lunch time and are planning to return home on Wednesday. Why are they coming? Why, to see us, of course! Also to pick up some day-old chickens to take back home. We're going on a field trip to the chicken farm! No, the girls are not thrilled (to tell you the truth, I'm not either...I know what chicken poop smells like) but it will be a blast to be hangin' with my sil.
Unfortunately, I am up way too early (note the time stamp). I've been waking up early because, after 19½ years of marriage, my hubby has started talking in his sleep. This morning, however, I woke up on my own because I was too hot to sleep. And then, of course, I couldn't go back to sleep. (I guess that spring must be coming if I'm waking up because of being too hot.) So now I'm going to go clean up the basement/sty. I'm beyond being embarrassed about my house in front of Amber but still. With 8 children running around, it's bound to be chaotic (I am NOT Michelle Duggar, by any stretch of the imagination). I hope I'll get through the day all right but I imagine I'll be ready for bed very early tonight.
Jo Ann will be proud of me. She gave me a hard time after my last entry about how I worry about everything. Or that I find more things to worry about...it made me laugh. Well, I found a new thing to worry about yesterday. Actually, this one's been brewing for a while, but I shunted it off to another part of my brain. Last night it made its presence known. And I stewed in it for a while. And started getting upset. Then I tried to be realistic about the whole thing. It is quite possible (and even probable) that the people who are responsible for the thing I'm upset about haven't a clue and certainly wouldn't see their involvement the way I am. Plus, they're not really at fault here, I am. And my idiotic jealousy of people who I think are better than I always gets in my way.
But here's the part Jo Ann will approve. I was able to give myself a stern but loving talking-to and get it under grips. Somewhat, anyway. At least I wasn't bawling my eyes out last night and scaring my family. And yes, it still bugs me, to a degree, but so far I'm not letting it take over completely. Or to steal my joy at seeing my beloved family again.
Good, Jo Ann?