The sun is out and it finally seems like a crisp happy January day. Outside at least, inside our house has been one frustration after another, and my tired mom mood has been anything but stable. I was reminded this morning of my post I wrote one year ago on this blog. At times I feel like that is the theme of my life – not quite sure of my life purpose or if what I am doing is right. Hello – is turning dirty socks right side out, and avoiding eye contact with my husband’s underwear in the laundry pile, truly where I am supposed to find fulfillment? God please, this can’t be it, I must be made for more!
Yesterday morning was a typical morning spent checking the grocery shopping chore off my to-do list, for me though the chore is a little thrilling, and almost wrong. This is because for the past few years Joel has refused to let me grocery shop. A house rule created by the fact that when I grocery shop I easily spend fifty (or more) dollars past our budgeted amount. Add a few trips like that into a single month, then over an entire year – our budget would be spiraling out of control. I am picturing a plane nose-diving for earth, smoke filling the air behind it, with absolutely no survivors in the crash landing. Out of family preservation I, Amy-Lynn have been banned from entering the grocery store.