"One of Those Week"

This is "One of Those Weeks" you know the ones, the ones we all dread- When you can foresee things not going right. I hope I'm wrong because this is not the week for it to be "One of Those Weeks" there is just way to much riding on it.
It start with Monday as most weeks like this do- but this Monday I have work to do. Now it is important that you understand that even at work I don't have much work to do. It is light around here and as my good co-worker Bruce says our job is 99.5% readiness and we are damn good at our job. But not this week - this week I have to play on that other .5% and there is real work to be done, not hard work, just real work. I have to have the draft in by Tuesday ( that is my own dead line because I know I will have to resend it I always do. It's not the way I do the report it is just that the higher ups think they have to make a change even if one is not needed (why is that))
Then there is Tuesday and Wednesday they are just like any other day- to work in the morning, home in the evening. I do have a scrapbooking class on Tuesday- I love the class, I love the friend who has the class- but I HATE going- at the end of a 14 hour day all I want to do is go home, put on some PJ's and maybe have some toast. I'm not sure how I got into this year long, once a month scrapbooking thing again but if you know how to make me like going let me know would you please.
Then there is Thursday- now you would think that because I am taking Thursday off of work I would be happy to go to the city, have lunch with my kids, or do some shopping. But not this Thursday- you see this Thursday I get to take my youngest son Brue to the Doctor to have yet another MRI- you see Brue has something growing in his head that is not supposed to be there. It is growing slow and some of it has even been taken out, but it is there and every 6 to 9 months the doctors want to look at it. That is the biggest part of why this is "One of Those Weeks" . I woke up this morning with that knot in my gout and one in my throat. I know the Lord has a plan for us and I know that Brue can handle that plan- it is the waiting that is hard- a week (a month, a year) of thinking the worst even though I know the best doctors care for him and the most prayers are said for him, you can't stop my brain for running on overdrive. On the other hand that could be good because it is days of prayer and that can't hurt any can it.
Then on to Friday- (See my mind knows we will make it to Friday and even to the weekend) Friday is Brue's birthday- he will be 17 - 17 what the heck my baby 17, just where did the time go. Now to Brue the time I'm sure has been slow. All those years of school, waiting for what may seem like forever for the summer to come or school to start back up so he could see his friends. I know that summer he was so sick was the longest one of his life. But for me it has been but a moment, from the first trip to the ER to this trip for another MRI I think has one been a week or two - but NO 17 years of time, 17 years of summers, of doctors, of hair cuts, of lunches together. And what it all comes down to is, if Brue is 17 years older then am I too? Again I ask where has the time gone to.
My kids give me a hard time about loving my 3 dogs like my kids, but the dog don't have birthdays to remind me of how old I am getting. (kids that is just one more reason they move higher up the list every year)
So you see this is going to be "One of Those Weeks" you know the ones- ones full of great joy and gratitude for the blessings in my life-
I have a great job, I have great friends, I have great kids, I have great dogs, We live in a great country with doctors who are the best at what they do, and I know that my Father in Heaven love me - he has a plan for me and my family and with him we can get to the end of this week and so many more like it.