It was one of “those” weeks. Nothing was going right at work. I was irritated with my boss, the clothes in my closet, and life in general. Our baby girl was sick and refused to eat. My alarm failed to go off three days in a row and I missed my time at the gym. I messed up my shower routine and shaved my legs BEFORE washing my hair. I put blush on before my foundation. I had to iron a shirt with my straight iron (on the plus side, it worked!). During my quiet time on our deck my sweet husband locked me out of the house.
Locked. Out.
In my pjs.
At 6:30 a.m.
And he got in the shower, so my annoyed pounding on the door was futile. I fumed. I fussed. I finally remembered where the spare key was hidden. Off I traipsed, around the yard in my shabby pajamas, barefoot, annoyed, and had to try EVERY DOOR before I found the one our key opened.
Read the rest over at Allume today (http://allume.com/2012/07/unlocking-my-inner-nehemiah/) and find out what this crazy story has to do with Nehemiah!
That was quite the week – so glad it’s not just me that has those!! Loved how you tied it into Nehemiah 🙂