A Little Attitude Adjustment

I'm pouting a little today.  I've concluded that it feels as though God hasn't lined up all the circumstances of my life quite fairly.  I've had sick kids all week.  Sometimes four at the same time, all with fevers, all needing care, while a hungry baby cries in the other room, two of the "well" siblings won't stop looking at each other, and over-thawed, raw meat sits on the counter waiting for someone to cook it. The phone rings in the middle of all this and it's my husband, cheerfully asking me how my day is.  My day?!  I don't say what I want to say. Actually, I'd rather just hang up on him for being so cheerful and for not knowing what it feels like to be Stretch Armstrong for 16 hours straight. I have no way of measuring success this week, apart from being able to report that none of the kids have died. Yet.  Of course, we are getting almost no school work done, I've had to cancel piano lessons, Cadets, and life in general, even for the ones who could go if someone could take them, but no one can.  There is no one to bail me out.  My husband is 45 miles away, and he's in a good mood!  That's not fair.

My Dad always told us, "No one ever said life was going to be fair."  I didn't like it when he said it then and I don't like it now, even though today no one is waiting in the wings to dole out unwanted words of wisdom.  But he planted a seed early in my life in hopes that I would reap it's fruits later on.  Ultimately, it was my Heavenly Father who placed faithful parents in my life to model the sacrifice good parents make without complaining.  They cared for us with a servant's heart in our times of need, without ever making us feel as though we were a burden.  I realize now that they were no doubt as human as I feel tonight.  I guess I'm grateful to have Dad's words bouncing around in my whiney brain.  It's the medicine I need.