Little Funk Little Fun

I haven’t been doing well. 

I’m not sick. 

I’m just in a funk. 

My husband is funky too. Not in a stinky way, but in a funk. 

If you don’t know Matt then let me tell you, he’s not a funky person. He’s a happy, nothing really stresses him out, very few things get him down sort of guy. 

So, he’s been out of work for over a month now and I think the newness of him vein gnome as worn off and we are both a bit funky. 

He’s been blogging - which is good. I read them sometimes - he doesn’t post pictures and with my condition I do better with pictures - it breaks up the reading some and I’m a visual person. Yes, I read books without pictures. I’m working to finish one today since the library, so nicely won’t let me recheck it - I have a hefty late fee - more on that in another post. It’s a love/hate thing with library books.

Anyway, Matt has been working on scheduling and getting his life all in order and I feel like me is sort of spiraling out of control. Not in a mid-life crisis sort of way, but in a I’ve run out clothes baskets for clean clothes that I haven’t folded in a week sort of way. 

I’m off center. 

And I can admit to you - because I know you care. I’m not feeling as close to God as I have been. I haven’t read the bible in…a long while. Not really praying other than “Please Lord let my neighbors go to sleep. It’s  1 am and are they really having a party in the driveway?”

I’ve been stuck in comparison mode and as I woman I know that is no good for my mood. 

I don’t teach the littles enough new things. 

I let the littles watch too much TV. 

I don’t write enough. 

I don’t create enough. 

I don’t_______enough….just fill it in with anything because that’s my mood. 

I feel like I’m not doing anything enough. And reading blogs (which I’m slowly starting again) helps me to write, but I find I’m saying “wow I should be like her” way way way too often. 

I’m sitting on the fence of should I go back to work? Should I be working harder to make my Thirty-One income cover all of our needs? Their are some women you make upwards of $75,000 to $100,000 a year - that would be AMAZING. 

Should I go back to school? I’d love to be knowledgable like Ann Voskamp. She’s so wise and so wordy - I still haven’t made it through 1,000 gifts. I get lost every time I try, but it’s on my list of books I need to get through. 

So, enough rambling. I much needed break from my computer, made my family dinner which I serve on the patio. 

I’m slowly falling in love with this house. Our backyard was easy to fall for - a large shade tree in the center which serves it’s purpose for much need shade from the harsh Houston sun, but also blocks a good part of our neighbors’ view into our backyard. So we have privacy - not that we are running around naked - trust me that is not happening. We can freely eat a quiet dinner on the patio with candlelight - just kidding. There is a candle going but it’s a huge citronella  candle because mosquitos don’t sleep - can’t STAND THEM - blood suckers. 

Yep Shelby is in her PJs...again why I love our tree. 

Anyway, as I was saying. I was super excited and giddy about my family all sitting outside - I seemed to be the only one though. It’s ok - at least it made me feel better about life. Then I sat and watched my three girls played. We stayed out until dark playing keep away and soccer. We had a blast.