sunday morning crumbs

dear muffin,

I don't know how it happens.

We leave church feeling upbeat, chatting about the convicting sermon & how good so-and-so looked in that color. We pull into the driveway, parade into the house, and scatter. And before ten minutes have passed, irritation sets in, patience snaps, and our nice day sways on the verge of collapse.

It's simple, really. She's upset because we stayed late at church instead of helping her prepare for dinner guests. We're annoyed because she never even told us she was leaving. He's disappointed because we don't have time to talk with him. I'm upset because there's a mound of dishes to be washed, and I can't find someone to blame. She's irritated because I didn't clean the water pitcher, even though it isn't my turn. The floor hasn't been swept, the cake came out looking funny, and someone is gonna pay for this.

I take a vicious swipe at the collander I'm washing & contemplate the injustice of life.

Wait.

...Is it just me, or is this starting to sound slightly ridiculous?!

But you don't understand. I have a LOT of dirty dishes to wash, and the dishwasher is already full. and he twisted the top of his travel mug so tightly that I can't get it open (most likely did it intentionally. just to make my life difficult). and every step I take leaves crumbs stuck to my barefeet. I mean, come on; how much can you expect a girl to take??

okay.

maaaybe you're right, and I'm being a little ridiculous. maybe a lot ridiculous. So why am I feeling like a storm cloud?

I can think of a few answers. Option 1: everyone in this house is in league to make today as miserable as possible, because they take great delight in destroying domestic peace. Option 2: No one appreciates me, even though I'm always slaving around the house & being an angel. Option 3: well...it's just a theory, you see, but maybe...I'm less like an angel & more like a... *deep breath*...selfishhumanbeingwhoneedstogrowup. THERE.

[I don't think I like option 3.]

Well. The jury's out on this one, so I'll leave you to decide.

As for me...

I have to go sweep the floor.

thoughtfully,

rory