I have been so depressed lately, unwilling to do anything but linger in the bottom of the bathtub in the fetal position, wadded up directly under the shower head, letting the water rain down on me. Unable to do that for long. Life makes demands.
Today was a spelling test, and each child got two words wrong, so I gave back their papers and had them write each erroneous word ten times each.
"Ten times?! Mom that will take forever!" The more my older one wrote, the more he cried, the more he raged. He dawdled, he glowered, he dropped tears on the paper. My younger one scowled and grumbled but knocked it out with brisk efficiency. My older one took three times as long to accomplish the same task, and I had to dog him every step of the way.
When he was done, I said, "Oh my goodness look how much work that was!" Heavy on the sarcasm, I made as though to pinch the few lines of words between my thumb and forefinger. "Oh wow how exhausting! You made a big deal out of very little."
When I let them go, I went to make a cup of coffee, and I wondered if God says the same thing about me. Oh how terrible! Oh how tragic your little life is! Oh how difficult everything is for you! Making a big deal out of very little.
Maybe I should be more like my younger. I can still glower and grumble, but I can take care of it with efficiency, and move on to something better.
