The compliments just keep coming

I'm not going to lie .... sometimes the day just stinks. I know there are many people that have it a lot tougher than I do, but some days you just want to crawl in the bed and start over. Know what I mean?

I really shouldn't be surprised. I remember when I was beginning a study in Sunday School for high school girls on the subjects of modesty, purity and virtue. I asked God to allow me to think like them and understand what they were facing today. Almost immediately, he put me right where they were and gave me a huge zit on my right cheek. Ha!

We're in the middle of the study of Esther .... It's tough being a woman. Oh my word, it is. For many reasons. I'll spare you the details, but I have been having some .... issues. Of the hormonal sort and boy are they fierce. I keep shouting, "Hey! I'm tooooooo young for this!" But, no one is listening.

While packing E's lunch this morning, I started crying because she told me I had been packing the wrong drink for her. Her teacher had complained and told E to tell me. That little comment sent me into a crying frenzy. You know the kind. The one where everyone you live with just stands and looks at you with their mouths open. Maybe afraid to speak, I don't know.

To make matters worse, the way I have been feeling cannot even be cured by huge consumptions of chocolate.

I KNOW.

More evidence that Jesus is coming back soon, ladies. Very soon.

Of course, one incident isn't enough. I had to stop by the drug store after picking E up from school to get supplies for a school project. While waiting in the long line at the checkout (in the middle of two men), O yells, "Mommy! You could get this! You could put this on your eyes and make you feel better!"

It was an anti-wrinkle system. A system! Not just a small bottle of cream.

I'm silently praying for Jesus to take me home when E speaks up in my defense, "O, Mommy does not need that. She's does not have wrinkles."

O looks at me and points. She points! And announces, "Yes she does! Look at these!"

E (my sensitive child) knows what potential damage is on the horizon and says sweetly, "Those are not wrinkles, O. Mommy is beautiful".

I'm feeling somewhat better until I hear her follow up her comment with, "Besides, she put on that beautiful make-up this morning. You can't even see the spots all over her face."

And, just like that, my confidence was deflated once again.

So, now I'm off to take TWO Tylenol PM (shout out to Meredith - ha!) and crawl in the bed.