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Wow, God sure has a way of giving you exactly what you need, doesn't He? It has been "be mean to Michele" month at work. Last week, they told me I don't do anything, now this week they're telling me that I always just do whatever I want to do. Hmmm, now if that was true, I would always be in the break room with a book. I had an ok mail day. Nothing too exciting. I got some coupons, a Kodak photo collage that I won in an instant win, a magazine, and a coupon for a free Nestle Crunch bar from another instant win. Oh, and I got the car insurance bill. I had a pretty productive day today, and I must say that I'm pretty proud of myself. I got up very early so I could get online before the kids woke up. Then I gave them a bath, did 3 loads of laundry, dusted the ceiling fans and light fixtures, cleaned our bathroom, scrubbed the kitchen table and the coffee table, cleaned my glass stovetop, made the bed, vacuumed the whole house, and made the kids pick up their toys. I am pretty sure I sounded a lot like a drill sergeant, but they really need to start taking care of their own things. They asked for help, but I told them that I didn't help them make the mess, so I wan't helping them clean it up. It took quite a while, a lot longer than it would have for me to just do it myself, but I think it's something they really need to learn. I wanted to clean the kids' bathroom, too, and scrub their floor, but Dave came home in the middle of my vacuuming. I was really upset, because I wanted everything to be done when he got here. I had supper in the slow cooker all day, too. I made deer tenderloin with carrots and potatoes. |
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Anyway, they have had me feeling pretty bad about myself. Yesterday I was running the cash register, and out of the blue one of my regular customers said to me, "I just want to thank you for always being so helpful. Sometimes when I come in here, I feel like the cashiers don't care, and they don't really want my sale, but you're not like that." I smiled and said, "Thank you very much!"
Too bad my boss wasn't back there for that. She did walk in on me dusting all the furniture, though. So I got caught actually doing something!
Then, this morning, I was lying in bed feeling completely worthless, when Cameron (who was in bed beside me) kissed me and said, "I love you, Mama!"
I said, "I love you, too," and I put my arms around him.
He usually comes into bed with me after Dave gets up. But it seems that every time someone makes me feel bad, God sends someone else to say something nice to me.
I also made some brownies for dessert.