Apparently being retired is not reducing my stress level as much as my doctor hoped. Being home with my family is stressful ;D. So the doctor wants me to take a biofeedback class and I choose art.

Art class was relaxing, apparently getting there is the stressful part.

In my house I know if I don’t get out of the house before 8 the chances of me getting out are slim.
Art class is at 10:30 so I put in a load of laundry when I woke Alex up at 6. He and I had breakfast. He is my weird one who doesn’t eat cereal. I get him on the school bus at 6:50 and I say to myself, “take your shower now.”. I head up the steps, stop to put in another load of laundry and in comes the hubby with what, breakfast. If I don’t eat now he will be disappointed because he was trying to surprise me, so I ate breakfast again. By now it’s 8:30 and I heading up the stairs when I hear Jada singing, “Gonna eat, eat,eat,eat, eat all time”, and her mother advises she does not fell well. So what am I doing now, breakfast again. After I clean up the kitchen, I head upstairs again. It’s 10 o’clock and I announce to the house, “I’m going to art class hell over high water”. As soon as I turn on the shower my husband wants to know where I am going. Now, I’ve been talking about this class for weeks. I say “art class” and he responds with an “oh yea” and proceeds to give me a list of errands to run, possibly before class starts.

Next week, I’m going to McDonalds for coffee right after I get Alex on the bus.

Back to my art project. I need a scripture to put on the back of the cross, any suggestions?
Until next time……keep wondering.

Denise