I Wonder

There was too much drama today.  Very frustrating.  Makes me tired.  It also makes me wonder.  What's the deal?

I did in a way bring some of it on myself by fostering two teen girls.  However, I didn't create the issues happening at work.  So what's the deal?  Why so much drama in so many aspects of my life?  I think simpler would be better, yes, but then would I still be doing things I find fulfilling?  Would I be making any kind of impact on my little corner of the world?  I wonder if this is just normal for anyone who wants to walk the path God has in mind for him or her.

I suppose I just answered my own question.  I get that there should be some trouble, persecution, difficulty, et cetera.  I just figure if I have to be tired all the time, it should be because of bad sleep or too much physical exertion during the course of the day, not my job or my kids (if I can help it, anyway).

I probably just need to go to bed and get some sleep.  Then I'd feel better...right?  I wonder...

One of Those Days

Today was one of those days when I wish I had a partner in crime.  I have had no energy for anything today.  (In case you were wondering, both girls were off visiting relatives.)  It was all I could do to get up and make myself something to eat.  Part of that is due to the extreme stress happening at work.  Part of it is the fibromyalgia.  Sometimes I do get so, so tired that it is difficult to do much besides sit in the recliner.  But, I generally manage to force myself into movement for the necessary things - bathroom, food if I must, the girls coming home and/or leaving again, putting another DVD in the machine...That takes some effort, but it's closer than the kitchen, so it's easier than a meal to make happen.

It would have been nice for there to be someone else to do things like driving and cooking and then just being company while I watch movies and fall asleep and have to rewind and figure out what I missed.  Boring?  Possibly.  I wonder what it would be like.

...And maybe remind me I need to go to bed.  Daylight savings tomorrow and I have to get up for church and singing.  I should have drug my tired body to bed long ago.

Had An Idea - Need Your Opinion

I have been thinking about splitting up my blog into one for the "personal" stuff like the updates on how things are going, pictures of events, so on and so forth, and one for the writings or studies on matters of faith/religion et cetera.

I would try to make that second blog one where I post something new more regularly - like once a week, probably.  It would need a name, too.

But I want to know what people think.  Should I bother?  If so, what do I call that blog?  Hmm...

Quick Update

Just a quick update as my body hates me and disease is trying to win.  (I refuse to let it!)  Over the weekend we had a 15-year-old visit us.  Samson fell in love.  The girls got along great.  I saw all sorts of potential in that big heart and warm smile of hers.  She decided she really liked it here, so she asked to stay.  And so she came back right away on Monday afternoon.  (Worked out great since I was going home from work miserable with this upper-respiratory garbage anyway.)

She will be with us an undetermined amount of time.  She is new to foster care and they are hoping to find family she can stay with.  Meanwhile, she is here.  If things don't work out with any family, she will likely be staying.  She is smart and pretty and hopefully remains motivated.  She also liked my church and I think the youth there would be good for her, so if she is still around, I'll have to make sure she gets to meet some soon.

There is potential for these girls to be good for each other, too.  One might draw the other out and they might inspire each other to be better versions of themselves.  With luck I will get them to eat some of my food...if it isn't too scary.

I had been thinking that if I keep doing foster care it would be nice to have a placement that is young enough to listen to me out of instinct and not so capable of arguing.  But it is also humbling and an honor to have the opportunity to positively impact two bright and beautiful young ladies.  And, a benefit of fostering teens that hadn't occurred to me until last night: they can make their own dinner when you feel like crap.