Between rest and work, the rest of life happens, me watching with my feet up.
Kids vacuume and dust. My husband helps me shower and dress in the midst of that I try and help with dishes, sitting in a wheelchair in my kitchen.
I feel useless. My voice can be used to break up squabbling... I can blog and share this journey with you. I can use the time to sit in prayer, which I find myself doing a bit and reading God's word.
Other times I am on Facebook, liking and reading posts and pictures - watching the lives of my friends. Going on vacation with you all in my mind! Ha!
Then these last two days I have seen the quiz, How Bitchy are you? Mind you, I am not above any of my friends who have taken this quiz... I took it myself. Upon receiving my percentage of Bitchy... Did I realize how sad it and odd that we are measuring that.
Really, have you ever bitched out a little kid for being a brat... Really? Or an elderly lady for cutting in line... Or a small child on a play ground?
My results, might shock some... I did answer truthfully... If you know me personally, there is an infamous story of one such moment at an event long ago where I lost my head and asked for "five minutes" to get the job done... Sounds not so bad - except that my head, I think, may have spun.
Yes and there are those kids who need to taught right and wrong because maybe they don't get taught at home. Or mom and dad aren't both in the home or maybe neither mom and dad are in the home and they are being raised by grandma and grandpa - who love and spoil on them because the kids they've been given the short end of the stick.
All of the 10 or 12 questions really were minor irritants in life when one standing alone on a perfect, blue sky day with a slight breeze in the air; however all of which on any given day as a human being dealing with work stresses or family situation... The kids arguing in the back of the car while mom is driving in traffic, dodging the driver who has just cut her off - panic and break lights. Yes, a moment for the cool to be lost.
I look at my results of poor meek Snow White talking about her troubles to the forest animals and wonder, is she wiping a tear away? Is that what not being bitchy looks like... And then the suggestion that a good bitch session might actually do me good.
I complain a lot, I think there are unfair and unjust things that happen all the time around me. I complain and make my voice heard when necessary, to be fair - sometimes when unnecessary too... But with respect, love and grace...
Because... May need that grace extended to me some day.
In my post surgery, drugged up, trip to the store last Thursday night - if I had cut someone off, I would want someone to politely say "go ahead" than bitch me out...
In this imperfect world... What better than to extend a smile and some grace.
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