Carl discovered an excellent way to diffuse a maniac wife today. It was a rough day, not for any reason in particular, I was just terribly overwhelmed by a myriad of things that seem they will never be right. I chose, yes, chose consciously to speak only in extreme hyperbole and in worst case scenarios. Plus as I was rolling around on the bed in distress, Carl pointed out a hole in the crotch of the black spandex shorts I've been wearing every single day because nothing else fits my woebegone post baby body. In the midst of this Carl was very patient. At one point during the conversation, he reached over and took my phone from me and said something into it in Italian. It google translated back out loud in Spanish. A calm woman's voice said to me, "Por lo menos, mi actitud no tiene que ir al bano." In English: 'At least my attitude doesn't need to go to the bathroom.' I think something was lost in translation, but you get the idea. My attitude stunk, and it needed to spend some time contemplating its stinkiness, I guess in the bathroom.
My attitude still stinks, even right now. I was gearing up for an optimistic post as I put Remy to bed, but when I went to the computer, the internet was down. I spent half hour waiting for the comcast guy, who was, of course, terribly kind, to help me fix it. There are times when you know you should do things, and you just don't. I don't have a story about how I opened up the pages of the scriptures and found the perfect scripture to chase away my woes because I didn't bother to open up the scriptures. I imagine if I did, I would find a magic scripture, but I just don't want to at the moment. That's probably what I should do, but I'm not. Is that bad?
I know things will actually be just fine. Totally fine. Even better than fine, even if, and quite possibly when worst case scenarios unfold. Heavenly Father doesn't just leave us hanging. I imagine if He could send me a google translate message right now, it would say, "Chill out girlfriend, I know what I'm doing up here."
3 comments:
Oh how I can relate! Once I was having a day JUST like yours, and Matt came home from work with Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Do you want me to bring it over?
Everyone in the universe can relate to this. It's all a matter of getting through all those crazy thoughts in your head and still hanging in there. That's all I've got to say about that:) Other than, He does know what He's doing. And, "it will all come out in the wash".
You are so lovely—even when you're having a bad day.
And I think I'm going to write down your Spanish google message and hang it in my bathroom.
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