I ate the worm.

Can I just tell you something that kind of hurts my feelings? Well I am anyway. I don't think I am too sensitive, but this gets me just a little. I have a friend that calls me every once in a while to ask me to do something for her, which I don't mind. I think we should be able to call on each other when we need a little help. But she calls me specifically because I "only have one child so I don't have anything else to do."

She always throws that in - and not in the joking way we moms do when we joke about how the world thinks stay-at-homes sit around and eat bon-bons all day.

I mean isn't that just a little on the mean side?

The thing is, I don't have one child by choice. I didn't decide it would be so nice and much easier. I could fill my time with leisure activities and live a life of freedom and bliss.

Which, I do lead a life of freedom and bliss, but that's because of Jesus.

So anyhoo...I'm okay. Just a tiny vent.

On the plus side, I think I ate a worm the other day.

I was eating an apple I picked and I felt something weird. I thought it was just a hair in my mouth, right across my lips. But I never could get it. Then I looked at my apple, and there was a tiny little worm hole and a little trail where it had eaten through the apple.

But no worm.

So I'm pretty sure I ate it.

Oh I think I just figured out the root of my above sadness. I think it affected me so much because I missed a whole day of marking a gigantic X across the day on the calendar. I know isn't it awful? It could truly throw one into a spiral of depression.

I live for marking the day off- but only at the beginning of the next day, when the previous day is truly and officially over. Well, the other day I accidentally marked off one day ahead and it threw me for a major loop.

That big X is for reals one of the best parts of the day. Anyhoo, all better now.