I want food. I ordered pizza for everyone else for dinner, but there's nothin' around here for me.
Grrrr. I don't want to fix food...its why I ordered take-out.
And I'm sick of this head-cold...I'm tired of feeling like poop!
It makes me maudlin, and cranky, and depressed.
I swear head colds are the worst. Sinus pain, runny nose, sore throat. Bleh.
Lately I've been feeling less than successful at parenting. Too much yelling and screaming going on. The last couple of days I've been fighting the "I'm a horrible mother, I shouldn't be responsible for these people 'cause I'll just fuck them up, et cetera, et cetera". In other words, I've been really down on myself the last few days (being sick has absolutely nothing, whatsoever to do with this.) (Riiiiiight.)
Anyway. I was meditating last night while nursing Gray, and I heard the still, quiet voice. "You are worthy." Its been resonating and reverbrating in my brain all day. And it really has helped put me at ease. I'm not a bad mother. I still hear my Step-mother's voice every once in awhile, and I hear it loudest at times like these when I'm down on myself, what I heard last night, has helped greatly to shut her up.
Its nice that the Universe hasn't had to continue to smack me upside the head to get its message to me. I guess I'm finally learning to listen.