Confession is good for the soul...

On the rare chance that anybody reads this pathetic little blog, I feel you should know the real me. I posted this great speech yesterday about slowing down and the time before about savoring, etc etc. If you could have been a mouse in my kitchen last night I'm sure you would have been amazed. Shocked! I was a mess. Snapping, no, yelling at kids, frustrated with husband, shoulders tense, no smile lines whatsoever. Over what? Forgetting the salt, measuring baking powder with a tablespoon instead of a teaspoon, children whining, husband on the computer... O yeah! Huge, terrible things! All I wanted was to get to bed time so I could sleep and start over...oh, and throw that One Thousand Gifts book in the trash! :) Morning brings sanity and I realize that I want to have learned without the hard work of practice. Truth is, that's impossible! So, a new day... And I'm picking up my hammer to bang in a few more nails of practice. 544. Fuzzy blankets 545. Mercies New 546. Winter wonderland ...........