What???

As a mother of two little boys, I don't have time to myself. No, I am not "poor me-ing". I simply write my life as it appears...today, everyday.
My oldest, a three-year-old, wanted to play ball. Of course, I sat at my desk writing out bills.
I told him, "Just a minute, hon."
He fussed and fussed and fussed.
I stared at him with that "mommy look". I waited until he was done and I asked him what the purpose is in his fussing.
"I don't know," he said.
"Well, I absolutely love you and want to play ball with you, but when you cry and fuss it makes me not want to play ball with you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," my son said as he wiped his tears away.
We hugged and I quickly finished my work. Then we played ball in the basement.
Then, later this morning, my youngest son, a two-year-old, who is in the middle of potty-training decided to release a gallon of urine into his training pants thus leaking all over the carpet.
"Oh-well," I sighed. "Life goes on." Then I scrubbed and washed and rechanged clothes.
What a day.

Fighting Wants

Today my husband, who is a Woot diehard, saw the sale of the day--an HD projector with free 76" screen. I teased, terrible I know, "We should have purchased the Woot with our extra money," I emailed him. "Too bad our transmission went out." My husband was not enthused.

Why do we fight our wants so? Everyday I think about the things I don't have. The new Dyson vacuum that would clean my carpets 50x better than my old Panasonic. Or new clothes that look in-style and not frumpy and gross. And extra money to eat out so I wouldn't have to cook every day and every night, not that I mind. Then I received a letter in the mail from World Vision asking for support to fight the hunger crisis in Africa. Gulp. I guess my life isn't that bad after all.

Sorry, God, for being so ungrateful. I have all I could ever need and most of what I want. Thanks to Your generosity, I'll keep fighting my wants.