This might be a little rambling, but now you can see how my thoughts work (and why my husband doesn't always follow my stories...).
Today I went to the mall...for the first time in how many years? At least two. Yuck! I hate shopping, but today was fun shopping. Unfortunately (or so I thought), I had my three little buddies with me because I opted to go to my kick-butt gym class instead of the mall this morning with just two little buddies. Why 3, well that's a side note (Got a call ((during my kick-butt gym class)) from the school nurse saying Ben had a stomach ache. Called them back; he'd been down to the nurses twice. I talked to him; he didn't sound sick. She thought he could try going back to class but just wanted to let me know. Emily had been asleep for about an hour when she called again saying his teacher said Ben needed to go home because he kept complaining. I called a friend who came over and sat with Sleeping Beauty eerrr...Emily, so I could go get Ben. I went into the nurse's office and there was Ben sitting on the cot - covered in sweat. The nurse said he'd just gotten back from recess...hmmm. On the way out to the car, I said, "What's wrong, Buddy?" He opened his mouth and pointed inside and said his tooth hurt. I kind of looked at him funny. "I thought you had a stomach ache?" He hit the top of his head and said, "Oh, yeah! That's right!" He is obviously not very sick as evidenced when he got home and just wanted to eat and play...).
So - the mall actually went great! We went through 4 stores and past the foodcourt TWICE without any whining, begging, yelling, or even asking for food!!! It really was amazing!
The point of my post comes from the ride home. There is a very short 'point of conflict' (or something like that - can't remember the actual name, but it's when people are getting on and off the highway) to go home from the mall. I was trying to get over and was slowing down considerably for the little car next to me to get over (remember short 'point of conflict'). It would have been okay, but he kept slowing down too. Finally, I thought, "this is ridiculous!" and just went fast. He cut over and flipped me off! What a punk! So, that leads to my thought of, "Fine, if he wants to waste energy being mad at me, that's his choice!"
That lead me to thinking about what a waste of energy it is to be mad (per the first 3 pages of a book I read that I need to read more of...) and that it doesn't really hurt anyone except yourself, right? Then I started thinking about how I've wasted my time being mad. I don't typically hold grudges, but there have been two goodies that I wasted way too much energy on. One, I've already discussed previously and the second was 9 long years! My parents went out of town for the weekend, and my brother had a party. I was blamed for the party. The best thing is that I forgave before the apology came! That's the best way, I think.
Alas - hope you aren't wasting energy! There just isn't enough for each day!
AND - more pictures will be coming. Annie had her ballet recital last night and was just precious. I just need to get the pictures off my mom's camera since ours was MIA for the last 4 weeks...
SO - now you know how I think!!! And should have much more appreciation for my husband. :)
