I have not been managing my day well. I took Jessica to her autism therapy this morning, and she would not get out of the car (this is the 4th straight week this has happened). I went into the center and started to cry. This is not my normal coping skill. I just don't feel well. I cannot handle anything well. I took the boys to their dentist appointment this afternoon. They have not taken good care for their teeth and the Dr yelled at me. I felt really awful. First he should yell at my sons. They are 16 years old and I do not brush their teeth for them. But normally I would not take the criticism so hard. I'm just feeling so sick (still). And it really has me feeling both emotionally and physically tired. I hate feeling so fragile, but unfortunately I am still sick.
Why not start with an IBC and cut a hole for the door? You could build closed laying boxes into it, and something for the chickens to roost on. Put some straw or saw dust on the floor. You could add vents to the side for air. If it sat inside a chicken run that you can walk into, the chickens could be safe, dry and happy. I have an extra IBC. Maybe this could be my chicken house? I bet I could even plant the outside of it with mud and grass for extra insulation and good looks.
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Dear Jesus, place Your peace that passes all understanding on your child, Amy, today so that she feels Your love, grace and mercy heavily as she moves through her day. Amen
All who know and love you are very much aware of what an amazing mother and person in general, that you are. All the hardships will pass. We are praying that you will be lifted up in spirit and healed physically. Mom
Your right the Dr. obviously doesn't have good people skills and shouldn't be yelling at you for a 16 year olds behavior. They are big enough to take care of themselves. He's the one who should be yelled at, if he expects to have patience he needs better people skills.
I hope you feel better soon.
You do have a lot on your plate.
Pray for encouragement and strength to get through each day.
Love, Ya Shell