Ever have one of those days? One of those days that is just busy. You go through the day hopping from one thing to another. Nothing really great happened and nothing really bad happened. But by the time you get to the end of the day it's difficult to see the good stuff that happened over the bad stuff?

Because there's that one moment that stole your joy - and it's the end of the day and you're too tired to fight to get it back.

That's the kind of day I've had. It's not the best of days and it's not the worst of days.

And that one little moment just completely stole my joy. Oh I'm still Joyin' in Jesus and all that - now I'm just maudlin.

When I get like this, which isn't often, I get too hard on myself. So I sit and criticize myself. Am I doing enough? Am I doing too much? Are my expectations too high or maybe even misplaced? (There's a definite maybe to that one)

We managed to eek out 1 page of phonics from Mini-Me's phonics workbook. And that was it for school. Though, she had a life lesson at the Vet. Our cat has developed a bald foot. We're not sure why and neither is the vet. This cat was a nervous wreck when we poured her out of her carrier. She layed as low as she could go on the counter. She buried her self under the towel I took with me...and then turned until her back was to the Vet tech (Maybe If I can't see her - she'll go away).

I also went to the funeral of my great-uncle. I got there exactly at start time and found the church packed! It was amazing. It's a small church but still - people were pouring out into the halways. I sat with my mom and another uncle in the foyer. It was interesting to hear the service about a man I just knew as my uncle. I adored him even though we were not close. I was thinking, though, he always talked to me and treated me as if I were, I don't know -- let's just say he went out of his way to speak to me.

Though that's not even what stole my joy. Because he's in heaven with His Jesus....

Ahhh - I hear the squeaky cry of a cranky baby who is awake and shouldn't be.