No thanks….no peace Today is Sunday, the day to recharge. My husband is actually home for a majority of the day, family dinner night! Roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, harvard beets, butternut squash with brown butter sauce and stuffing. My four year old (finicky eater) says…mommy, I don’t like that! Shocking! I hear that every freaking night! But tonight, he informs me that our chicken looks like a frog in a pan and as much as I want him to eat the stupid food that I’ve been cooking all day, he’s strangely correct in his observation. I love to cook, but handling chicken is not my forte…actually any kind of meat kind of grosses me out. (Not great since I own a restaurant but the truth nonetheless.) But, I can’t tolerate wasted food…so we eat the frog chicken and when you don’t actually look at the shape of the carcass in the pan, it’s delicious.
I generally love Sundays. I enjoy going to church, spending time with my husband and kids but today was not one of those days. After a week of malfunctioning bathroom and kitchen drains at our restaurant, incompetent employees who don’t show up, sleepless nights, whiny kids, a sick child and enough emotions to scare the crap out of me, I opted to run out the door to have a margarita (ok a couple of margaritas) with a friend.
As I sit here in my little tequila, grand marnier and lime haze I feel it necessary to state all of the things I am thankful for. My husband is my rock. I can find many obnoxious habits (leaving out dirty Qtips being number one lately) but truthfully, he couldn’t be more amazing. My kids are healthy (one with just a common cough) and so full of life. I have food to eat and clothes to wear. I am loved…I have love…and I know how to love. Today in church a woman spoke about her missionary work. Not being a stranger to the missionary field, I certainly connected to some of the stories and the places UNTIL…she spoke of a place of where the missionaries call through the sewer drains for the children hiding. For some, the sewer is the safest place to live. For some, the food provided by the missionaries may be the only food they get for days and I find myself wondering what the point of it all is. I need perspective….why are so many in so much need when so many have so much they don’t deserve?
All I know for sure is that I will be grateful for everything in my life…my boys that drive me crazy, the employees that make me age rapidly and the financial struggles that I face, because at the end of the day, not one of my issues is as bad as being a child climbing out of a sewer to find some food from a stranger.
I am grateful. I am thankful. I will be at peace.