I don't cuss/swear/express myself in four-letter words. I just don't. I am not judging those who do, (trust me, I have no room to cast any stones with my glass house), but I'm merely pointing out that this isn't me. I did have a brief period of potty mouth in seventh grade, calling one of my now-best friends a word that rhymes with twitch, but I digress (that is a great story for later, though).
But being around a lot of family makes me want to let out a string of words that would make my cussing friends shout, "It's about time!"
I love my family. Truly I do. They are great, supportive, wonderful, loving, tender-hearted, thoughtful, and compassionate. Some of the best people I know. I am blessed to be a part of them, to have them a part of me.
That being said, when you get a bunch of people together and stick them all in one house for awhile and have to make some hard decisions, the nerves can get rattled. Hairs stand on end. All of a sudden you want to have a full flask of something in your purse to drown the annoyances.
Just give me strength to get through this week, I pray, and to remember we're all just doing the best we can.
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