frustration

Wow, can you believe how shallow I am?

Last Friday I went to the doctor because I was coming down with yet another head cold. Then Jack and I continued on with our plans to visit Charlotte, Elevation Church, and Operation Christmas Child. Hey, I was taking my antibiotics and vitamins. I was fine. Upon returning home, we've had something to do every night. Including tonight. But instead of going tonight, we stayed home. Why?

Because Jack is now sick. "Just my sinuses," he says. But I presented him with the fact that we seriously need him to be at the sound board tomorrow for the dress rehearsal and especially on Sunday for the two times through the Christmas presentation. So, we stayed home and missed a Christmas dinner/party.

My shallowness? I'm feeling plumb pitiful about it. I know we made the right decision, but on the inside I'm pouting some because I feel like we missed out on the fun. Maybe it's because I'm still kinda sick too? Yeah, we'll go with that one.

Anyone else? Do you go beyond your physical limits because you might miss out on something? Tell me about it.

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