I admit it, I was pretty upset on Sunday. I had spent most of the week preparing a wonderful lesson on making a difference in the lives of those around us. I loved the message. I loved the two stories. I loved all the amazing and catchy quotes that I found and had made adorable signs with. I loved my way-cute display of bees and President Hinckley’s 9-B’s. I loved that I had made cookies to give out and had adorable stationary and cards — along with stamps for mailing — one for each person who wanted to send a card to someone during the week. I loved that I had the 1pm meeting so that I could have everything absolutely perfect.

It had snowed about two inches during the night so I needed to run to the school to copy off a few things and move snow. I had spaghetti cooking, the garlic bread all buttered, garlicked and cheesed, and the house in pretty good shape. Saturday I had done six batches of clothes, dusted and vacuumed, gone to a baby shower and worked on my lesson. So when it had snowed Sunday I blew a small gasket. Lets just say it was a gaskette. I said, “Sheesh, Leonard. Does it ever even once occur to you to grab a shovel and clean the walks? Does it ever even once occur to you to help out with the dishes when I am already doing a hundred things to get ready for company after church? Does it ever even once occur to you to jump in to this relationship and do your fair share of ANYTHING?”


Oh, wait. That’s his huh, not mine.

So dang frustrating to have someone never, even once look around and see what needs to be done. I swear.

Here it is, Tuesday and I’m still mad about it.

So much for preparing a lesson for most of the week — on making a difference. Pretty much lost my desire to do anything nice, sweet, extra, special, or fun.



Then I saw this and it has been going around in my head all day long. Oh, my goodness. I’ve got so much to work on.

4 thoughts on “swearing

    1. weighingmatters Post author

      I’m just not sure I can ever read another self help healing book. I’m so sick of the results I get.

  1. weighingmatters Post author

    Wow . . . this is a bucketful of good advice. I just thought that everyone else had thoughtful husbands who jumped up and asked what they could do to help. I mean, not everyone, but most people. I am just so tired of having to do the majority of everything myself.

  2. weighingmatters Post author

    Um . . . Mikelle bought those flowers. She said he called her and asked her to send them but I’m not sure if he called her or if she called him. I still would have loved the $60 instead. Maybe that’s why he does nothing for me . . . [Gee, ya think?]

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