I'm such a baby

Why am I such a stinkin baby?? My "git r done" husband just sucks it up no matter what the problem and gets stuff done. I am quite the opposite. I haven't had a good nights sleep in about two weeks for starters. Today my allergies were out of control. I really didn't want to take Benadryl since I was already so tired. I got dressed to go to the gym this morning but talked myself out of it. I piddled around until it was time for Katy to go down for her morning nap then I went down as well. I just couldn't keep my eyes open. After about an hour, I decided I just needed to get up and do something. I figured I could just go to Costco today instead of tomorrow. We went and while I was there I just sneezed one after another. Both of my eyes were weepy and itchy. At one point, a tear actually rolled down my cheek and I wasn't even crying! On the way home from Costco, Bo dropped a half full cup of soda on the floor. That did it for me. Now I really was crying. I totally yelled at him as he said "I was just trying to give Katy a drink." I suck. I made it home got things put away and headed for the Benadryl. We all laid down and of course my mind was racing and I couldn't go to sleep. I got up and amazingly, I felt pretty good. Kids got home, we did homework, went to a soccer game (we won), ate dinner, had Family Home Evening, baked cookies and now I'm headed for bed. Once I took the Benadryl and just kept myself busy, I was fine. It's just hard to convince myself to do that. Laying around feeling sorry for myself is much easier!

WHY

On the way home from soccer, we saw a lady on the side of the road with her hood up. I rarely stop because I'm kind of a mechanical idiot, not much help. As I drove by and noticed she had two little ones, I thought "I really should see if there's anything I can do." I was already past her and it was NOT a good place to turn around. I drove a little bit and thought "just go back". I kept talking myself out of it saying it was too late, I'm sure she would be fine, I've gone too far. I said a quick prayer that she would get the help she needed. That made me feel sick. Fine. I turned around, fought the crowded traffic and pissed the people off behind me. I finally made it back to her. I asked if she needed anything and of course she said "no". Her husband was on the way, her car overheated and they were fine. I offered to let her sit in our cool car and wait but again, "no thanks". I was able to give her half a bottle of warm water, woohoo. As we were leaving, I remembered I had two boxes of toys in my trunk headed for DI. I took two out and offered them to her kids. They really weren't anything that exciting. So we drove off, slightly frustrated. WHY?? Why did I feel the need to go back so strongly. I know we should just follow the Spirit, but sometimes I really wonder, "what good was that?" At least my conscience is clear. Someday in the eternities maybe He will explain it to me and show me WHY.