All the crap I signed up for

I don't think I need to elaborate on what a crappy day I had.

Nothing that I could describe as catastrophic crap, but just a whole bunch of little things that really served as constant irritants. It's a good thing I'm not really a psycho and I just play at it, because otherwise, I would have gone postal.

The good news is that our mentor mom, Marian, gave me a big hug and gave us girls all some good words of wisdom. In all this crap that we stress over, how much of it really matters in the long run? In eternity, will it matter that our houses were a mess here on earth? Will it matter that all these little details driving me nuts weren't perfect? Will I even remember?

And even though it put things into perspective, I still want to just scream because it's so stinking hard. Even worse, I realized that God has given me everything I asked for. Okay, so I'm not married to a billionaire prince. But those girls, including the one who spent the whole day crying over nothing and driving me insane because I could not put her down or get anything meaningful done? I prayed for them. I didn't pray for the crying or the fit that had little old ladies in Wendy's acting like they were going to call social services. But you know, those things come with having babies.

So as much as I whine and say, "WHY?", I have to put it in perspective. And no, it doesn't make my headache go away or that sick feeling of drowning in all the stress dissipate, but at least I can realize that tomorrow will be another day. Maybe it'll be full of puking kiddos (since she usually gets whiny like this just before getting sick) and maybe it'll be all hugs, kisses, and smiles. Either way, it's the life I signed up for.

Which reminds me of the Bible study I did today-even if I mess it up, God is still going to bring the work He began in me, the purpose for which He put me on this earth, to completion.

And then, when I came home from teaching tonight, That Man was dilligently working in the garage to clear out my parking space so I could park indoors for the first time in a year. Yeah, it made me feel all gooey inside. I got me a good man. Except, of course, when he's stinking up the bedroom with his man butt odors. Then again, when I signed up for being a wife, I signed up for that too.

So the next time you're handed a super crappy day, remember-you asked for it. Sorta. LOL