You Think You Have Problems

You know how sometimes you get into a funk and just wallow in feeling sorry for yourself?

That is where I was this weekend.



Heavily pregnant.

Overtired.

Sore.

Behind on laundry, my least favorite chore. I folded a huge mountain and had a bad attitude the entire time.

We slept in and missed church, and my soul really needed the pick me up I get from going.

Arguing with the husband.

Toddler was in fine form, having meltdowns and tantrums.

Stressed about finances.

Everyday life was just beating me up. And I was feeling quite sorry for myself.

And then this happened.