I was grumpy yesterday. That’s all there is to it.
The day began with snow, progressed to rain, and ended with hurricane force winds. It was not a fun day.
Every drop of rain mixed with the snow on the ground and turned into ice. On the roads, it was a slippery slush. Normally I would stay in my pajamas on days like this and hide in the bathroom from visitors, but yesterday, I went out.
I went to buy a card for my uncle and mail the cards and pictures my children made him.
Driving in the slush made me frown.
Buying a card that said something like, “sometimes life hands you a lemon….then a rake scratches across your butt and someone pours lemon juice all over it…” made me smile. It’s the perfect card for my uncle. I haven’t seen anything more encouraging.
Walking a block and half through snow, sleet, and sludge to the post office, because snow piles take up most parking spaces made me mad.
And, shoveling/scraping my porch, front steps, and sidewalk made me wish I lived south of the border.
I was so out of sorts with the bottom six inches of my jeans soaked through, I took the kids to McDonald’s for dinner. I simply could not face my stove last night.
When we got home and I changed into my fury pink robe and sat at my kitchen island ready to succumb to vitamin D deprivation, my daughter put her arms around me and said, “It’s ok mom. We all have a bad day sometimes.”
Somehow God saw fit to bless me with a child whose cup is always filled to overflowing. She doesn’t have bad days. She always sees the bright side and convinces everyone around her that there is good in the world, even when she gets a 71% on her Math test. It’s incredible. I want her filled up cup and goodwill toward men and snow.
By golly, she makes smiley faces out of her breakfast!
By the time the chairs on my porch blew into the road and my blue ‘recycle’ trash can disappeared from the neighborhood on the wings of a snowy tornado wind, I clopped up the stairs to bed, and found this on my pillow.
My cup is full.
My heart overflows.