Isn't it amazing how something can weigh you down until it affects every aspect of your day.

You would think that I could separate our gas crisis from our normal school day, but I found that all day yesterday it continued to weigh on me.  I couldn't help but to think of all the things that I need to do but feel that I can't.

We need food.  It is the end of the month and the cupboards are bare, literally.  Books that I need for this weeks topics have just arrived at the library.  Bryce's birthday is this Friday and I have one last present to get him.  AWANA tomorrow night.  What do I do? 

As of yesterday morning the stations in town were empty.  Do I take the risk and drive 15 miles down the road to get groceries and hope that the stations there have gas? What if they don't?  Then will I have enough gas to make it to AWANA?  I am a director and teacher.  People are dependent on me to be there.

Before I knew it, I was in a bad mood.  My temper was short.  I was not very tolerant of my children's normal Monday, "don't want to get back in to school" mode.  AAGGHHH!!!

I finally decided after our school work was done to head into town which is only 3 miles away.  We went to the library and borrowed our books. On our way to the grocery store we saw a gas truck.  With high hopes we headed to the grocery store and passed the gas station which was now full of gas and full of cars.  Within that few minutes the roads were all ready blocked.  By the time we got out of the grocery store, chaos reigned.  NO ...I don't think I want to get involved.  I now have a little over a quarter of a tank.  I can still make it to AWANA and will pray that by Thursday I can find gas.  I will even wait in line if have to.  Maybe I will bring my camera and take a picture of this historic time.