a NOT so good recipe

here are my ingredients for a NOT so good recipe.

MIX:
an evening return from an awesome vacation with hot husband to experience end-of-vacay-will-it-be-another-four-years-before-we-do-this-again-?!? blues.

ADD:
oversleep. no time for starbucks. high-tail it to work. hardly ever happens. no God-time. no starbucks. no good.

GENTLY FOLD IN:
the beginning waves of PMS as i'm chatting with my husband demanding to know sweetly asking why he hasn't called me to see if i am surviving the dreaded first-day-back-to-work-after-vacation morning.

COOK ON HIGH AFTER:
hearing from hubs - who remains on vacation - that he and little man have played outside all morning and are going swimming this afternoon. the nerve!

SERVE WITH:
an evening that will entail making small talk with my mother-in-law who has been visiting since last week.

RESULT:
FOOD POISONING!

Rather, THOUGHT POISONING!
NOW is exactly when i need to practice what i am learning. you know, the question i want to tattoo on my forehead: are my feelings serving me well right now (big fat no) or are they enslaving me (big fat yes)? so, what am i going to do about it?

PRAY:
ohhh, dear, sweet LORD, pleeeeease....mercy....pleeeeeease.....wisdom.
please let me see these "ingredients" as what they really are: the creation of memories from a special vacation, a return to a job i am fortunate to have, the fun and precious time hubs and little man are having right now and, finally, knowing that i am doing my best (though very far from perfect) to honor my husband through gentleness and attentiveness to his mother.

AMEN. KITCHEN CLOSED.