The party

I had a pity party last night.  No, I didn’t send out invitations, but my wife attended.  For one of the few times since November, I was mad at my situation. I was mad at the world.

It had been a mentally exhausting day. I came home to find my boys fighting (because the day ended with ‘Y’).  And my poor dog’s diabetes was roaring out of control after he had been at the vet all day (and I dropped another $82 I didn’t have.)   After cleaning up dog puke for the fifth time, I came unraveled.

“I didn’t ask for this!” I whined to my wife.  She nodded.  “I’m going to be working 23 hours a day!”  She nodded again.  She then put everything back in perspective for me — as  good spouse can do.  She reminded me of my blessings. She reminded me of my opportunities (I’m normally the cheerleader, but she took the reigns and got me back under control.)

The party was over before it really started.

I was glad. The last time I threw one of these, it lasted six months.  Talk about not bringing enough snacks.

It’s OK to get mad about your situation.  But do something about it.  I want my life to change — so I have to do something different. In the next few days you’ll be hearing how it will be different.

I looked up at the ceiling as my poor dog started to snore and my wife drifted off to sleep and thought,” I could never be a motivational person. I’m way too flawed.”  But someday I will write a book about my experiences.  God didn’t give me all the answers.  But He sure has given me the opportunities to learn a few of them along the way.