I am having a “I don’t want to” day. That is to say that I have a number of errands that need to be run but I simply don’t want to do them. I will because, after all, if Mummy doesn’t have to do things when she doesn’t want to then the kids are within their rights to think that the same applies to them. I know that I am cranky because of a couple of phone calls I received in the last day or so, but that doesn’t excuse the bad attitude. I am thankful that no one currently reads this blog because this is, what, post number 4 or 5 and here I am whining about my actually pretty wonderful life. Why is that? Why do I feel entitled to whine about the life God has given me? Do I really think I know better than him what I need right now? Do I really think that getting upset and huffy over a phone call that wasn’t even for me is appropriate grown-up behaviour?
I have:
- a family I love and who loves me (mostly, anyway)
- my health even if I do currently have a headache
- a roof over my head that I own more of than the bank does
- a car I own outright
- food in my cupboards, fridge and freezer
- hot and cold running water in my kitchen and bathroom (something I didn’t grow up with and therefore should not take for granted)
- plenty of clothes (possibly too many)
- plenty of books (ditto)
- some money in the bank, maybe not as much as I would like, but definitely more than someone in a refugee camp or detention centre waiting for a chance at a life like mine.
So, I don’t want to pick up supplies for my mother and drive 3 hours to deliver them. I’m sure that there were many days that she didn’t want to run around after me when I was young, but she did, and I can return the favour!
I had intended today to talk about how we are encouraging the children in their reading for pleasure but this post got away from me. I’ll be “caring” for elderly relatives for the next three days so I’ll be back posting on Tuesday, hopefully. Of course, if I manage to have a few spare moments over the weekend…