Another Day...

I don't know why, but my patience level has been low today.  The house is still cluttered, which works on me.  I have a class that is going to test my patience.  That works on me.  My grandchildren, whom I adore, can't seem to make it the one mile from their other grandparents' to home without fighting in the car.  That works on me.  I get weary toward the end of the work week...and am still trying to build up a little back-to-school stamina.  I tell myself that it all takes time and that I need to be patient.  (See the first sentence.)

I was talking to a friend on the radio on my way home from school today.  We actually passed each other on the road, but he said something like, "You sound distracted, like you are on the phone or something."  The truth is, I was just all talked out.  I didn't have anything witty to say, nor was I in the mood to make smalltalk.  My fault for answering him on the radio.  I stopped for gas, then turned off the mobile so I could just make the short rest of the way home for the few minutes of solitude I would have before picking up the children. 

Since school has started, our supper meals have suffered.  I am trying to come up with WW meals that will fit the program AND come up with things that the children will eat.  Ryan has pretty much nixed all vegetables.  Robin has nixed anything with onions or tomato sauce.  Meg will only eat certain veggies and fruits.  I am an omnivore.  This week, Meg has been staying later at work, so we have been eating without her.  I notice that the children (at least Robin) has eaten voraciously when served.  It doesn't work to wait until Meg comes home to have her fix supper.  We gotta do what we gotta do.  We get by. 

Meg has started another college class, which means that she needs to spend her weekends doing homework when the children are in Muncie on the weekends.  Another adjustment.  I just plan to do what I need to do to feel better about things! 

Tomorrow is the funeral for Major Pat's brother.  I know Patrick feels bad that he didn't get to KC to visit his brother before he passed...but I do remember a comment made to me when my own father died in 1994.  It was just before Easter.  I had a solo in an Easter cantata at a church in Putnam County.  I sang on Friday.  My dad died that night.  I was to sing again on Saturday, and decided to follow through before leaving for Illinois.  When I mentioned to one of the cantata people that my father had just died, she said, "How wonderful!"  Huh?  "Last night, your father couldn't hear you.  Tonight, he can!"  It made all the difference in the world to me!  Patrick, if you truly believe in Heaven, then you have to know that whatever transpired on this earthly plane no longer matters to Boyd.  "The former things have passed away."  He now has perfect understanding.  WE are the ones who suffer...not him! 

God bless my friends and loved ones.