Right now I hate everybody. I'm not weepy or sad, nor do I have PMS.
I just hate everyone.
What kind of God would trust me so much with these three hormone-riddled teens, two of whom are special needs, let alone turn them loose on me when they are grieving at the same time I am.
Once I bought a plaque with a saying by Mother Theresa: "I know God won't give me more than I can handle. I just wish he didn't trust me so much."
If Mother Theresa were still alive, I would most likely hop a plan to Calcutta, risk leprosy, be detained because I had no luggage and an immediate return ticket, take transportation to Mother Theresa's convent, and smack the living snot out of her. Hard. Then I would come home and burn the plaque.
So don't feel bad if I am angry with you--I'm angry with Mother Theresa and God, too.
You're in good company.
3 comments:
Oh, I get it absolutely! I wanted to take the same trip to Calcutta. Once I even asked one of those well-meaning people who tried that on me "so why are there all of those people in psych hospitals if God doesn't give us more than we can handle?" The person had an answer, can you believe it? Because God provides the psychiatric help for them so they can handle it. Sometimes assault is the only answer.
I'm having a crappy day, too. My house is in foreclosure.
Hello. God? Hey, it's us.You know. The ones struggling to survive without our husbands.
Could you please send us a break? Thank you.
Kim,
I am so sorry about your house. I wish I had the words to say to you.
Maeve,
You do realize that the assault wouldn't be anything more than they could handle, right? (Hey, I wonder if that would be a good defense to use in court...)
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