Sometimes I Forget
What a difference a day makes!
Yesterday, I woke up feeling so excited and empowered.
I was ready to tackle the world. (Well, at least my world--the gym, child-raising, teaching grammar and usage to college students, being a good friend to Dave-man, and saying no to processed foods.)
But by the end of the day, I felt pretty much defeated.
I think it's kinda funny. (Kinda.)
How can I know something with all of my heart one minute . . .
and the next minute completely forget it?
It reminds me of something my mom used to say when my brother Dane and I were kids and someone (usually Dane--wink) would make a mistake:
How true is that? (Can I get an Amen!)
that washing darks with your whites is a bad idea.
that Cosmic Brownies aren't on the Food Pyramid.
that babyoil isn't a tanning lotion.
that microwave popcorn BURNS when you use the "popcorn" button on the microwave.
that yelling at your husband doesn't exactly motivate him.
that the XM Satellite payment automatically debits every THIRD month.
that the last time you watched Glee with the kids you said, "This isn't for kids."
that the library books are overdue--way overdue.
that sometimes your kids need your undivided attention.
that the bread timer went off 12 minutes ago.
that you used to tease (and pinch?) your brother when you were a kid.
that cutting out processed foods takes Will Power Times Twenty.
that you still owe the kid down the street $10.00 for their school fundraiser.
that spellchecking an email is a good idea.
that the muscle guy at the gym is NEVER gonna say "sorry" when he takes the weights you're using.
And on. And on. And on. We. Go.
I guess it's all okay in the big picture--as long as I
remember this:
Oh! Remember to breathe and smile, too!
Yesterday, I woke up feeling so excited and empowered.
I was ready to tackle the world. (Well, at least my world--the gym, child-raising, teaching grammar and usage to college students, being a good friend to Dave-man, and saying no to processed foods.)
But by the end of the day, I felt pretty much defeated.
I think it's kinda funny. (Kinda.)
How can I know something with all of my heart one minute . . .
and the next minute completely forget it?
It reminds me of something my mom used to say when my brother Dane and I were kids and someone (usually Dane--wink) would make a mistake:
"Sometimes I forget."
How true is that? (Can I get an Amen!)
Sometimes we forget . . .
that washing darks with your whites is a bad idea.
that Cosmic Brownies aren't on the Food Pyramid.
that babyoil isn't a tanning lotion.
that microwave popcorn BURNS when you use the "popcorn" button on the microwave.
that yelling at your husband doesn't exactly motivate him.
that the XM Satellite payment automatically debits every THIRD month.
that the last time you watched Glee with the kids you said, "This isn't for kids."
that the library books are overdue--way overdue.
that sometimes your kids need your undivided attention.
that the bread timer went off 12 minutes ago.
that you used to tease (and pinch?) your brother when you were a kid.
that cutting out processed foods takes Will Power Times Twenty.
that you still owe the kid down the street $10.00 for their school fundraiser.
that spellchecking an email is a good idea.
that the muscle guy at the gym is NEVER gonna say "sorry" when he takes the weights you're using.
And on. And on. And on. We. Go.
I guess it's all okay in the big picture--as long as I
remember this:
We are only human,
and being human means . . .
sometimes we are going to forget.
Oh! Remember to breathe and smile, too!
