so to be honest, i am still feeling weird. general blah-ness.
but i am just going to keep on doing what i am doing and maybe i can shoo it out the front door. or the back. i am not picky like that.
it means i will play with kiddos and clean house and read a book and run errands and take care of a sick baby and hang with jesse and plan out lessons. even if i am *in a mood*.
i mean the alternative is not so appealing. i am not hosting a pity party 'round here. and i am going to let me dad play me the world's smallest violin if he catches me moping. nope. not happening.
plus then i will have more to catch-up on when this funk has been chased away.
praying we all have joy-filled weekends regardless of our moods.
because, unlike our fickle happiness, our joy is not circumstantial.