My unicorn is better

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My kitchen the day after Christmas…

Christmas has come and gone, 2015 is here, and I am still the old me.  I have gained 20 pounds back, one of my 4 Christmas trees is still up, the decorations are still sitting downstairs, I have brownie stains on my floor from before Christmas, and I have something to do every day for the next 2 weeks.

Comparison is the thief of joy.  This is not Scripture.  If it was, it would look like this:

Rejoice in the Lord always!  I will say it again: Rejoice!  Let your gentleness be evident to all.  The Lord is near.  Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. (Phil. 4:4-6).

Tonight, I am warm, I have electricity, I have running water, I have clothes that are not old and still fit.  But I am still stressed about what my life looks like.  I had a semi meltdown today about Caboose and some of his speech issues, and then my pastor preached from Judges…God, Jehovah, THE I AM, well, He is our Peace.

Peace?  What Peace?  What about that bill?  What about this schedule, who is taking him here, and that one there, and who is cooking and what about this repair, and did you write that check?  Did I check the kids’ folder, and what???  Why don’t you have money in your lunch account, I just put $50 in there last week?  Why are there socks in the cabinets, and how did that get there?

Caboose has become quite verbose in stating what “God” wants, or the “Bible” says, as in, “God said not to fight”, or “God said to clean up”.  I am his SS teacher, and I promise I am not teaching him those specific things, but I guess he is picking up things on his own.

So after a morning of whining and fighting and pouting, we were all in the car and the tension was building.  Caboose says something to the effect of “God says don’t …”, and I said, “That’s right, Caboose, and Scripture said that we should do everything without arguing and complaining”.

There was a pause, and Weatherman says, “You complain, Mom.”

Monkey gets in on the act and says, “You just got served, Mom.”

Boy, did I.

Comparison is definitely the thief of my joy.  I look at my house, and at the things on the kitchen table and the clothes from last night on the couch, and at the stuff that I just can’t seem to find a place for, and at the dust on the furniture, and under the furniture, and I feel like a failure.  But I still read a book like nothing is on my to-do list, and sit and scroll through Facebook like I’ve got all the time in the world.

There is always going to be someone that has a cleaner house, better-dressed kids, and nicer things than me.  There is going to always be someone better looking, skinnier and wealthier than me.

Contentment with Godliness is great gain, and Rejoice! Again I say Rejoice!

Because, no matter about any of the above, God knows the number of every hair on my head…even the growing amount of gray ones.  I have got, GOT, to stop complaining and start contenting.  So if you think I have it all going on, that I am on top of things, and that I live on rainbows and ride unicorns…remember, comparison is the thief of your joy.

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5 thoughts on “My unicorn is better

  1. Tina, you write so beautifully. As I read your blog I smile, I laugh, I sympathize, I remember what life was like when I was a young wife and mother with a house that never seemed to be as clean as I’d like. Now that I am in my late 60’s and old enough to be a grandmother but am not, I think back on those days with wistfulness. My house is empty and quiet. It is still not perfect and neither am I. And we never will be. LOL. Enjoy your life now. In this moment. It will never come again and believe it or not someday you will miss it too.

  2. Tina, Enjoy your children. When you turn around they will be grown and on their own. Time passes swiftly, too swiftly. When Bryan was small, I couldn’t wait until he could talk, then I couldn’t wait until he started school, then I couldn’t wait until he graduated, then I couldn’t wait until he left home. Now, I wish I had it all back. It seems like yesterday he was just a baby. Now he’s married. I can’t believe how fast time passes. Don’t worry about the house. Things will get done eventually. Have a family meeting and enlist help from Rod and the boys. Back in the good old days when mothers didn’t work, it was fine that they were in charge of the upkeep of the home, but today when mothers work as hard as men do, the husband and children need to do their share of the housework. Take it one day at a time. Don’t obsess about your weight.(I’m a fine one to talk about obsessing with weight.} You are trying to lose the weight. Eventually the amount you want to lose will come off. Everybody gains weight during the holidays and there is always a holiday. Lose it now because when you get older the weight is harder to come off. Remember to always put God first in your life.

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