I followed my usual morning routine: The coffee was good, and so were my Bible verses. I was halfway through a rant on this blog about gullible people who believe every email they receive when I realized that I'm a grouch today. I deleted the pompous, know-it-all post without finishing it.
I am just as blessed today as I was yesterday. I wonder if I had some unpleasant dream that I can't remember. Honestly, what on earth would make a person with no problems wake up grouchy?
Wait, maybe it WAS part of my Bible reading, because I reread this part of Psalm 39 four times this morning:
4 "Show me, O LORD, my life's end and the number of my days; let me know how fleeting is my life. 5 You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each man's life is but a breath. "Selah" 6 Man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro: He bustles about, but only in vain; he heaps up wealth, not knowing who will get it. 7 "But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you.
I have been reminded of my own mortality. That's enough to make any senior citizen grouchy.
I will try to control what I put on the Internet today; I should probably tell Cliff to walk softly and carry a big stick. For Iris' sake, I hope there is no recurrence of the flatulence with which she tortured us yesterday.
I'm sure I'll get over this grouchy mood before long.
I have had days like that! I hope today gets much better for you as it wears on.
ReplyDeleteThat made me laugh. I woke up fine, but when I went to get the husband up, he was mumbling about something and I just wanted to throw his clean laundry that I was holding all over him. I walked out mumbling to myself as well, mumbled to the kids on their way out the door, and mumbled to the cats when I put them in separate rooms for a cat "time-out." Sad, but true.
ReplyDeleteI have since listened to Joyce Meyer, am listening to someone else now talk about Joseph (as in sold-into-slavery-Joseph) and decided it's time for my mumbling mood to pass. Guess I'll go put on some Waylon Jennings and clean the kitchen.
HAPPY Wednesday, Donna!
P.S. Those email-believing people drive me nuts as well. =)
Sure hope your day gets better. Every day I wake up I say a prayer of thanks. Our days are numbered. We none of us know how many are left. Young or old, age really doesn't make a difference. But we can choose what kind of day we want. I'm happy for another great day, hope yours turns around and you have a wonderful one too!
ReplyDeleteI think, just for today, I won't be "meesin" with any pictures :)
ReplyDeleteWe are woman.. and we are allowed to be grouchy sometimes. I think it's in our general make up. So every now and then.. It's ok.
ReplyDeletetomorrow will be better. Just tell Cliff to stear clear for today. As it will pass.
Everyone is allowed to be grouchy. It's part of life and being normal. When I'm out of sorts, I try to do something nice for myself--like eat chocolate or read a good book or go for a walk. Of course, as you know, I never have a bad day, since I get up early to go off to work with 170 teenagers. lol
ReplyDeleteWe all have our moments. This too shall pass. Hopefully Iris will hold her gas in. Hang in there.
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