Monday is forever the worst day of the week. It is always the day I have to work the hardest to make my home appear suitable for human habitation because of the animals that I call my teenage children destroy the house every weekend.
To make matters worse, I also have a doctors appointment this afternoon on the other side of town. Ugh. I...do...not...want...to...drive...
I forgot about the dog, he got hit by a car on Friday, and cannot be left alone. So, I can't go anywhere, the roomate isn't home yet to watch him. ( answered prayer? ) Hopefully I can reschedule my appointment before I completely run out of medicine.
Dear God,
Please send my son a patient, GOD fearing, traditional wife. If not I fear that I will never be blessed with grandchildren.
*Proverbs Chapter 31 Verse 27 - 28 KJV
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
A nice girl, like those verses up there ^^^ would be good.
Also If you could send my son's dad some empathy, that would help immensely.
Thank you,
Rose
PS: A batch of laundry fairies that could drive would be nice too. Perhaps you could create some for me? Or a teleportation device? Oh! I know! Both?
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