Adult-ing sucks.

Being an adult sucks.

And the past few days I haven't been good at it. I'm in a funk--mad at the world and Mike because we're not going on vacation in two weeks with my family. Right now, Dave Ramsey is a curse word in my world.

We decided earlier this year not to go on vacation with my family this July because we wouldn't have a camper and we were planning to work hard at paying off our debt and saving for a kitchen remodel. I was the strong one, saying it wouldn't bother me, that I wouldn't care. We wanted an amazing testimony to share with my family (who thinks we're crazy, BTW) about "living like no one else so later we can live and give like no one else." Right now, I couldn't care less. I want to go on vacation. Yes, I did write "want"-- I know I'm being childish, but I can't help it right now. I'm weak.

I'm so sad and depressed now that we're not going. My family is group texting their plans for the week, so I'm seeing what they're planning to do while I'm stuck at my desk working. This will be the first time in something like 15 years that we haven't gone on vacation with my family. It's tradition.

I need to spend some time reading my Bible and talking to God because right now, I'm not feeling like a good Christian or a even a good person. *sigh*