It's been one of those days. You know the type; the ones that leave you feeling void of anything remotely resembling energy, justifies eating ice cream for dinner, and makes you wonder if going to bed at 8 P.M. would result in being wide awake at 3 A.M. What's even worse than having one of those days, is having one of those days and being a woman. Being a woman comes with the immensely burdening feeling of constant responsibility. My floors will never be clean enough, my closets will never be organized enough, and at any given time there are enough toys scattered around my living room floor to start a decent sized donation to Toys for Tots. This makes it extremely difficult for me to relax. It's difficult for me to put all of this at the back of my mind and focus on rest and reflection, even after a long, hard, and downright exhausting day. I'm a clean freak, I'm psychotically organized, and I can't stand chaos. It goes beyond normality, and takes time away from my time with the Lord, my sweet husband, and our beautiful daughter. I've always strongly disliked this quality about myself, so I've been working on it for quite some time now and I'm proud to say that I'm sitting in bed typing this up while my sink is full of dishes, there are two baskets of laundry that need to be put away and a living room that desperately needs dusted (glass top tables are never a good idea). I'm going to rest while I can, and save a good portion of myself for those who are the most important to me. Terrible Tuesday's suck, but I'm sure tomorrow will be a Wonderful Wednesday.