Prune Juice Explained

I know that in my last post I was a little more than crazy. And a little more than just upset. There was a reason behind it.

Back at the beginning of September I made the mistake of letting a woman I barely know come and stay with us. Beyond that I agreed to do her daycare while she went to work each day. With the promise that the state could pay for the care that I was giving.

As my last post clearly shows, things did not go well.

Communication broke down. People were taken advantage of. In the most compact sense no one was comfortable with the situation. And I for one wanted it to end.

To cope I had started to complain , with funny statements, on Facebook (well, maybe not all of them were funny). Things like...

"Sarah is ready to pull her hair out!!"

"Sarah is is not sure that we made the right choice... changes might happen again... "

"Sarah is ready to have her house back... anyone want an extended house guest??? Feel free to ask, She will share them...."

"Sarah is counting down.... only 7 weeks till my house is back to normal!"

"Sarah is READY TO YELL AT THIS WOMAN... WHAT RIGHT DOES SHE HAVE TO ACT THIS WAY.... IT IS MY HOUSE!!!! MINE!!!"

"Sarah is ready for 6 weeks to pass!"

"Sarah thinks she might be seeing the light at the end of the tunnel!"

"Sarah says it might have been just gas... "

"Sarah is ready to just kick her out.... if only everyone else was..."

My sharing in a public format upset one of the college students from my church. Because I have youth that have access to my page as well. But they are not really my youth.

I am a youth pastor's wife. It is my job to be real and a friend to these kids. Yes I need to be an example, but I had endured a month of this woman in my house before I started posting my feelings or sharing them with anyone at all.

To be honest, How to Make Prune Juice is the response to the email that I received but that I don't have the guts to send. I wish I could send it, at least part of me does.

But, if I did have the guts I am pretty sure that this woman would never "get off her high horse" even just to say hi to me again. And I did at one point want to be her friend. Now I think I am just hopping for a nod of the head.

So instead of going to her... I came here. I just pray that even though I am sharing it here and posting it for the world to see that she does not stumble across it and hate me forever.