If there was any place I needed to be last Sunday, it was in church. I desperately needed an attitude adjustment. I was coming off a hectic week at work, and I guess maybe the full moon had pulled my hormone wave pool a little off course. (I don't even know if there was a full moon, but let's just go with it).
Taking a shower and blow drying my hair, an obvious necessity, seemed almost unbearable. My hair has a life of its own and takes FOREVER to dry. I flipped the light on in my closet and it popped and went out. Besides the fact I couldn't see anything in there, I couldn't find anything to wear that fit right or looked right. The blow drying frenzy had left me hot and sweaty and I was not a happy girl.
By the time we left for church at 9:40 I'd been up nearly four hours. I was not mad at my husband for anything in particular, but of course I lashed out at him.
"I'm just so frazzled", I growled. "Every single day is rush, rush, rush. I've been up since 5:30!"
Then for some reason as we were backing out of the garage he pushed the button to close my side of the garage as well as the button for the other door, which opened that side. It hasn't been working well for awhile, so that involved him re-opening my door, going inside the garage to close the ailing door, then getting back in the car to close my door with the remote.
Grrrr... "And why haven't you gotten that garage door fixed?" (You knew I was going to say it, didn't you!)
So there we were at church. Happy Couple of the Year. Perfect Mom, dressed all cute. Accessorized beautifully. Glowing! Fresh! Together!
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow."
If I have to tell you one more time about that garage door, I'm just going to call someone to fix it and it will cost us $100 or more.
"Good Morning. It's so nice to see you. Are you ready for the new school year?"
If I have to load and unload that dishwasher one more time this weekend, I swear I am going to explode.
Have you ever been there? Sitting in church praising the Lord outwardly, and inwardly reeling with negativity? Oh! The hypocrisy of it all. I'm guilty, oh yes I am. And I know other people are, too. We're all human.
I got over it. By the end of the day I was feeling much better. My husband knows to just let me have some space so I can wallow in my misery.
Oh.... The garage door?
Don't ask. I've let it go.