Last night I was in my office finishing something up and I heard my girls start fighting for the seven millionth time. They were yelling at each other and their voices were getting louder and louder, and I just got so pissed. I felt so DONE. I was so tired of their fighting that I totally forgot that peace begins with me and I lost it.
I’ve a friend named Stacey (guy) who started dating a girl years ago. I asked him how he was feeling about it, whether he thought she was going to work out. He said he hadn’t thought much about it, that it wasn’t time yet. What do you mean, I asked. Of course you’ve thought about it. He admitted he had, but that he wasn’t going to evaluate the relationship for another month. Instead, he was just going to enjoy it.
It’s been one of those weeks. We all have them. Each day it seems the task list doesn’t end and the dishes continue to pile up in the sink. I went to sleep last night and dreamt I walked down to the kitchen and all of the dishes were done. “Yes!” I thought, as it meant I wouldn’t have to do them this morning before work. But something strange happened when I walked into the kitchen this morning — the dishes were still piled up in the sink.