The Stressful Week and a half 11/1-11/9

Well, November 1st came and I was really excited to be flying to Utah. I had it all planned out. I would be all packed and ready, go to work, leave from work at about 1:30 and head off to the airport. I get out of the shower and get all dressed and notice a little puddle on the bathroom floor. I wipe it up thinking I must have gotten it wet getting out of the shower. I go to my room to get my suitcase ready, go back to the bathroom and there it is again. The little puddle of water. Come to find out there is water leaking from underneath the toilet. Not a good way to start out this day. I eventually called the plumber and they said they would come when they could. I asked if it could be before 1:30, they said they would try. Luckily, I was able to hand this task over to my roommate so she could take care of it and I could go and enjoy time with my family and my cousins wedding.


The flight to Utah was fine, everything was on time if not early, it was great. Little did I know...
Sunday night came and it was time to fly back home. Everything from Salt Lake to Phoenix was fine, then I got hit with a delay in Phoenix. Instead of getting home at midnight, I got home at 4 am. I bring my stuff in from the car, get ready for bed, go to blow up my side of the Comfortaire air bed, the motor dies. I check all plugs make sure things are plugged in right, nothing. I go and try Tom's side of the bed remote...nothing. I slept on Tom's side of the bed, but it was more like sleeping on plywood. Monday night was spent shopping for a new bed, and I got a nice one, Sealy pillow top. I dreamed from Monday night to Thursday night about this new bed. All the week long, lots of stress and little sleep. Three extra duty basketball games, 1 wrestling tournament, 1 choral concert, and a dance later, I finally got the rest I was hoping for, only to wake up with a really bad sore throat and all of the other cold symptoms you could think of.

I felt I had hit my wits end. Then this morning, I was looking through our file cabinet for the warranty on Tom's camera. I came across something that I hadn't read in awhile. It reminded me that there will be times when I am going to be challenged and need to be prepared so that Satan can't persuade me to do otherwise. I gave Satan an inch with my toilet leaking water. That little bit of discouragement opened up a river of discouragement and has been sneaking up on me little by little until I broke down. Needless to say, I think I caught on to his game before it was too late. I am working harder at not letting those "little" things bother me. My hometeachers were over on Sunday and they gave the analogy of having a bowl with a bunch of rocks. Some rocks were pebbles that represented the "little" things in life, the others were larger rocks that represented the more significant/important things of life. If you fill your life up with the pebbles, there isn't going to be room to work on the stuff that matters. That is exactly what I have been doing. I am trying to stop that now. Little by little I will be able to get back to where I want to be. I don't want to sweat the small stuff.

I am feeling a lot better now. I am missing Tom a lot and I am sure that that weight was added to my woes last week. I only have 38 days left until I see him though. That is exciting.