Waffling
So I’m busy ranting at my credit card company this morning when my wonderful son walks in to rub my shoulders. He does this often. Yes, I trained him well.
Anyway, he’s been sick all week, but feeling much perkier today. The shoulder rub was to soften me up, as he was angling for some waffles. Unless Eggo delivered, he didn’t have a shot.
It hit me, though, how often I let the messy details of life dampen my mood, steal my time, and pinch my joy. I don’t know why I wear some of the things I do. When I consider this question I think-But I had to go through a lot of effort to try and fix the problem and - blah, blah, blah
In the end, I still had to do all those things. But I did them in a state of grumpy that only cost me. What was the point?
So I’ll ask God to help me next time to keep that twist from forming in my knickers. Life is hard enough without inflating the merely irritating. I did check on my boy, who at twelve, is capable of making his own breakfast, but he missed the Love to go with it.
So I gave him some extra Love. He didn’t miss the waffles, however. It’s Wednesday. He barely gets those on a weekend.