I can tell because it's only a quarter to 10 and I'm already frustrated. The kids are fighting with each other, they are getting into things they know they aren't supposed to, and poor little Asher doesn't feel good so he's fussy.
I'm praying for strength and patience, but I don't feel it. Right now all I want to do right now is drop the kids off somewhere and go for a run. I know it sounds horrible, but I guess that's how I feel right now.
There is something about running for me that calms me. It's also a time that it's just me and God. It's quiet and solitary, something I don't get very often.
Pray for me please. I need it.