Some days are just hard. I laughed at someone the other day who thought my life was so "together" based on my Facebook page. Obviously he doesn't read my blog. It's easy to look at the pictures and statuses on Facebook and assume you know what some one's life looks like. You fill in the gaps from one group of pictures to the next with visions of perfect moms with perfect kids and perfect families with clean houses. At least I do. I don't usually do this with my close friends because I know what their real life looks like. Anyway, today was a hard day. I took on too much but didn't know it was too much until it was too late. Lots of kids, the house was a wreck, I have vacation anxiety, and before I knew it I was crying in the bathroom. This has not happened in a really long time. A week of being sick, not exercising, and just being "off" all contributed to the final melt down. I hate to lose control and I did. So now what? Well this is what I did. First I prayed. I told Jason I was struggling and talked it out. I asked for help. I rested. I spent time with a friend. I played. I floated in water which is always comforting to me. I ate. I am writing and then I am going to bed. Early. So today was a hard day but today is almost over. Tomorrow will not be defined by today. If God grants me another day on this Earth then I will wake up and try again to honor Him in all that I do. And taking care of myself is honoring Him.