Attack Cat at the Manger?

It's Sunday afternoon. Lunch is over, the dishwasher is busy doing the dishes , Charlie and the cats are sleeping in the bed and faithful dog Spot is asleep at my feet. By all accounts I should join them as Sunday is traditionally a day of rest but here I sit pounding the keyboard for my amusement and everyone else's amazement.

I started the year by journaling and I've noticed it has been very sporatic throughout the year. I've missed writing down my thoughts , insights, and occasional primal screams! I reread some entries and was quite entertained by me. I know that sounds very egotistical but I really do need the creative outlet. I currently work with 6 men. ( I expect a gasp or at least condolesences at this point!) To say that I'm drowning in testosterone would be an understatement! Men have a very different way of processing information ( I guess it's the way they are wired!). Anyway it is a daily challenge to work with my guys.

Saturday we started loading a container for Trinidad. Charlie said, "We'll be done by noon." Followed by, "I'm sure we will finish at least by four." Then finally apologizing profusely and offering to pick up dinner as I had been so patient. It was cold and windy and the missionaries we working with were quite demanding. It was not excatly the way I had planned to spend my Saturday. We were short of help, long on delays, short of energy, and long on situations that needed immediate attention. We came home completely drained! Charlie had personally lifted and put every item in place in the 20 foot container. I know he is bone weary but will the man throw in the towel or yell ''Uncle! '' No....like I said, men are wired really strangely!

JJ ( the other male in my life) was full of antics and decided to personally take out the Christmas tree and break up ( and I mean it literally) the nativity scene beneath the tree. I was too worn out to even be mad. I did cry but only because I had no reserves left. I would have felt bad for Charlie, as he and JJ had a Mexican Stand-off that caused the whole event. But exhaustion is a funny thing.....it makes you just shrug your shoulders and go on cause you can't handle anything else at that moment. I should have said something comforting to Charlie as he knew I was upset with the whole situation ( after meticuliously gurading our bedroom for the last few weeks and warding off cat- attacks on the tree.) I should have been calm and gracious. I was calm and gracious, but not because of any goodness associated with me, but rather because to react would have taken more energy than I had left. So much for virtue!

Becky comes home on Tuesday. We will pick her up in Richmond.......I can't wait!