Our women’s bible study has committed to wearing a hair band on our wrist for a week. Each time we complain, we have to switch the band to the opposite wrist. Want to play? Jump on in!
Okay, so I’ll step out in faith and share my list of complaints for Wednesday. Prepared to be bored…
- There was dust on my dresser. A lot.
- As I was folding clothes, I realized I am always doing laundry.
- I have nothing to wear to work! (Seriously?!? With all the laundry I’m folding you would think otherwise.)
- I need to do a clean sweep of the living room (aka the playroom outside of the real playroom) before work.
- My desk is such a mess!
- Is it really time to box up files again?!? I so detest this task!
- I would really like to eat a big greasy burger for lunch.
- Do I really need to call this customer…again?
- Okay, when there are 5 stalls in the women’s’ bathroom at work, and all of them are empty except the one I’m occupying, must you really pick the stall beside me?
- I really need to cut out this massive stack of coupons on my desk…so I won’t have to keep eating sandwiches.
- Is it not time to go home yet?!?
- I have to drive all the way home to let out the dogs before church
- Do my dogs seriously have to smell every leaf, tree, rock just to use the bathroom
- I was caught by every red light on the way to my mom’s.
- We are going to be late for church!
- Kohen’s nose is running again.
- Is it bath and bedtime yet?
- Forgot to set my DVR to record the CMA’s
Anyone think I could give the Israelites a run for their milk and honey? Know what I noticed? You know, besides that I won’t be writing my list anymore? I pretty much complained my entire day. Mostly over things I need to do none-the-less. But, some of my complaints were pretty dumb, don’t you think? Now listen—I’m complaining over my complaining. Note to self: BE SILENT!!!
So what’s my plan of action? Invest in hair bands! At this rate, I’m going to need them. Seriously though, I need to be MINDFUL. Most of the above really don’t matter to anyone in the grand scheme of things, do they? Why am I allowing them to steal the slightest bit of my joy?
**In my defense most of these were things I thought rather than said out loud. See—I can be silent! I want this little experiment to be as real for me as possible, and if its to be so I must include my thoughts.
What did you find yourself complaining about?