ANGELS

Seek an angel with an open heart
and you will find one.
The way you know an angel
is by your feeling.
Angels may not always come when you call them,
but they always come when you need them.
An angel is someone who helps you believe
in miracles again.
Sometimes you know angels only by the miracles
they have blossoming in their paths
after they have gone.
An angel is someone you're always happy
to bump into.
An angel is someone who
raises your spirits.
An angel is someone you feel you've known
forever even though you've just met.
An angel is someone who helps you grow.
Angels make you feel welcome in this world.
Angels encourage your best qualities
and hidden talents.
Angels give you those gentle pats on the back
when you sometimes need to keep going.
Angels give you direction.
Angels gently push you out of your little self
and into the broad arena of love.
Angels remind you that you are enough.
Angels help you see your life in a better light.
An angel is someone who brings out the best in you.

~Author Unknown~

It has been a weird Sunday. I slept late catching up on sleep that I had missed over the last couple of nights so far.

I had every intention of doing some ironing, but instead read my book.

I had a child in tears because he was trying to get out of doing his homework that I made him do as it has to be in tomorrow.

Nigel and Simon went to work.

I am beginning to hate Sundays as much as Mondays.

Nigel always working - I know it is a good thing and we need the money to pay for essential repairs etc, but we hardly get to see each other or spend time as a family.

I am fed up spending my time trying to catch up on housework, washing nad ironing, of not being able to get washing dry because of the lousy weather.

I hate having to ask for help, why doesn't it just happen?

I hate being the only one to help with the kids homework.

I hate................

there it is self pity. Sundays are spent again trying to catch up on things except today I laid on the sofa and read my book, refusing to move. I didn't do a thing, everything can rot, I have had enough.

Its unfair to complain, but I did and yet their best efforts to please me will not last long and it will be back to me to get on top of things again.

I feel alone. I am surrounded by really good friends and a loving family, yet I feel alone.

That isn't right either.

I am a mess, a self pitying one at that, but a mess anyway.

Ah well a few more hours and work beckons

Oh joy!