Pillsbury Doughboy

I have NOT had a good week. Stresses galore. Eating galore. I'm virtually exhausted by the time I get home. I feel like the Pillsbury Doughboy. I look like the Pillsbury Doughboy. NOT a good start to my new year. None of my resolutions have even begun to take hold. I have to have the boys at school by 7:00 for wrestling practice, so the only devotion time I get is from the radio taking them there and driving to work.
I've got bill collectors calling, my husband is angry enough about the budget I'm literally scared to death to talk about it with him, and I was promised a review and a raise at work...neither of which has taken place yet. I'm still sad about the recent death of a friend's spouse, my daughter and grandkids called to tell me they miss me A LOT (and they were crying), and my 18 year old has been trying to enroll in school...only to be given a hard time. I feel like looking up and saying, "Yo, lighten up." But, I know it isn't necessarily God allowing me to carry my own crosses...the advesary is having a field day with me. It just seems (sometimes) that the devil has focused on me and my family for a very long time. Why can't he focus on someone really evil for a while?