Pin It I decided today's post was going to be the Chick-fil-A post, because it's 9:30 p.m. Virginia time and I'm still in my heels, for sweet Pete's sake, and I've only just now finished my supper of leftover tomato soup. I really, really had a craving for Chick-fil-A, but the closest one is about a twenty-two minute drive and I just couldn't do it. I was starving! Not after vacuuming three floors, mopping two floors, cleaning a kitchen, dusting three rooms, fixing a computer, going to the bank, cleaning a potty, making supper, making a taco dip (very yummy, will post recipe), going to the grocery store, going to Lowes and buying a staple gun (but forgetting the staples, naturally), doing three loads of laundry, just some general straightening up, and hosting my Bible study...all in my freaking heels.
Man, my feet hurt. I'm starting to get my momma's corns, and they hurt.
I figured the only wisdom I'd be able to impart at this point would be the Chick-fil-A song, which oddly enough was fairly appropriate considering my state of starvation and my fairly constant craving for their food. Since I was running around like that proverbial chicken today, I didn't get to take the kids by after school for their fix, either--so they're sort of going through withdrawals. It's pretty ugly. They shake their heads in agony when I present them with a bagged meal from the freezer section of the grocery store. "What is this? Eat Mor Chicken!"
I'm really sorry this post is a little late, but it was just one of those days. It was a busy day. Around mid-afternoon, when the weariness started to hit, I almost started to feel sorry for myself for being so busy, and a little aggravated with myself. Why are you so stupid? All you really needed to do was vacuum in front of the door and wipe the toilet seat in case anyone needed to pee. And maybe give the counters a little swipe. You really didn't need to break out the heavy artillery. Moron. You could be sitting on the couch right now, reading a book. Or maybe eating something.
Then it hit me--my conscience, I mean. You are so stinkin' blessed, girlfriend. Your sheer busy-ness is a blessing! Just think of what it means to be busy--you have people in your life. You have friends. You have family. They need you and depend on you. They know they can rely on you. You have been entrusted with all of these responsibilities to care for--yep, they can be burdensome every now and then, but how empty your life would be without them. And the same goes for your Things. The Things that your have to clean--like those hardwood floors that you just live to vacuum and mop over and over again. They're beautiful. Don't complain over the labor that accompanies the beauty.
I love it when my head actually speaks wisdom to me.
Just for giggles: The Chick-fil-A Song Video