Blog Constipation

I know the title is gross! It's all that I could come up with that seems to fit my present state of mind. I have so much packed into my brain, that nothing wants to come out. Women or more honestly speaking, moi, me, myself and I the one typing, lives with everything in one big room. I lack the skill or am wired differently than my husband. Men or more honestly speaking, my husband, my man, my hero, my best friend has the ability to "compartmentalize" things. Example:(yes, a silly one but nontheless an example) I need to cook dinner, but wait I can't the kitchen's not clean, I must clean the kitchen first. My husband, I need to cook dinner, the kitchen's not clean- wait he would not even notice the kitchen's not clean. He would simply make dinner, that is the task at hand. Me? No. I notice the grime, oh yeah didn't I put in a load of laundry?, oh man I need to feed the dog, McKayley had an issue come up today that I need to talk to her about, Look at that zit growing on my chin, I didn't pray for so and so today, the van needs a bath, I have to call my mother in law back she's called 10 times already, I think I smell a poopy diaper, I wonder did anyone donate to Orphan Fund today, I need to send my Dossier this week, I didn't smile at the lady in the other car, How did the other moms perceive me today at the luncheon, why didn't I reach out to the girl on the corner that God put in my path?, my mom's best friend (my yet to come African kids), African American godmother is dying this week; I'm going to cry, she called me her white angel baby who God sent to help her people(heavy), haven't finished Christmas shopping, Oh yeah I haven't fulfilled my husbands love language in a few days, I'm running a fever, Wow, great news a family I met from this blog is picking up their 3 day old son (Praise God) Oh my gosh I forgot to mail Christmas cards!, it's been a year since we started the adoption journey, man, my face hurts from trying to wax the hair off my lip, have I called my mommajo lately? and the list goes on in MY BRAIN! In essence- all my thoughts are crammed into one big room and all I'm trying to do is make dinner! The funny thing is, tonight is no different from last night or what tomorrow will be. I'm not stressed or panicked, I am simply a woman serving her family, doing what God has called me to do and living in one big messy room. Did I make dinner? Of course!