Just when I think I have taken all I can take, someone else comes along that has it far worse than I do and I realize I can take so much more than I have to.
Itâ€™s been a crazy week! First the water line broke on Christmas Eve â€“ which meant we spent part of the holiday with no water and the rest with muddy water (until we could get the line cleared out). We FINALLY got all the dishes and laundry caught up.
Then there are the boxes â€“ everywhere. Because we have such limited space, we have always stored in the attic. Instead of sticking all the empty boxes back up there (like we ALWAYS did in the past) they are just stacked in my bathroom. My new clutter resistant self is about to go into melt down.
So just to add to the insanity, we decided it was time to change the babyâ€™s bed. Now I have crib parts all over the living room and not even a remote clue as to what I can do with them. It seemed the only thing I could do was mope â€“â€œmy house is cluttered, I lost a writing job, there are boxes every where and in general Iâ€™m filling blue.â€
I was enjoying my little pity party and then got an IM from a friend. Her pain was genuine compared to my petty grips. What a reality check. It reminded me that Iâ€™m tougher than I have needed to be and that I am more blessed than I was admitting.