Just one of those days...

The yucky kind.  Where life feels hard and stressful.  There are actually many days like that, but some just seem worse than others.  Today is one of those.  Here is a list of my worries:

Taylor had a rough week in the mission field.  He is in a new area and has a new companion (who is also new to the area).  They have had difficulty finding their way around, and are living in a place that is less than desirable.

Britta's broke.  She wants to find a new job, but is waiting for help from her oh-so-busy dad to get a resume together. 

The next cheer season is about to begin, and at a try-out meeting last night we were told that the girls can not have Fall Break off of cheer, and if they are gone during that time, they will be removed from the team.  I have planned a family vacation to Cancun over Fall Break.  The travel is already paid for.  The reservations are made.  When I mentioned to my family that we may have to find a vacation alternative, they were disgruntle.  When I asked Lex if she was willing to miss the vacation for cheer, she didn't know.  I feel responsible.  I'm at a loss for what to do.

Shilo missed her assessment at swim because of her involvement in the school play, so last night at swim practice, a lot of the kids in the Queens group had been moved up to Kings, and Jacks had been moved up to Queens.  After a full week without practice, Shilo felt sluggish.  She will miss the make-up assessment on Thursday, and practice for the rest of the week because of the play.  Who knows when she will be able to be assessed and hopefully move up.

Bill called yesterday while I was out walking, desperately needing me to give him some info he needed for a meeting at work. I was too far from home to help in the time he had available, so there was nothing I could do.  Later that night, when I came home after the cheer meeting, he was cleaning the cooktop (I had put some cereal on the stove that morning, and then walked away.  The milk and cereal had boiled over and made a huge burnt mess on the stove.  I had scraped the bulk of the burned stuff off, but didn't have time to do a thorough job).  As he scrubbed away, I sensed that it had not been a good day for him either.  It probably wasn't the best time to bring up the vacation dilemma, but I wanted to discuss it as a family and hopefully get some input and ideas on how to resolve the problem.  It only added to the stress, so the topic was quickly put on the back burner (haha).  We managed a respectable dinner and FHE despite the earlier tension.  But nothing has been resolved.

Mauri was supposed to be grounded today (I've told her many times recently that when I tell her to do something, it's not just a "suggestion").  However she convinced me to let her go with her friend to Party On today, and she will gladly take her grounding tomorrow.  I was weak.  I gave in.

The sun will come out tomorrow, I just know it.