On a mission...

Lately, I have been absolutely and positively crabby!  Why have I been crabby, you ask?  Well, it could be that my house is an absolute disaster and that I never get any sleep.  It could also be that my "fat day" has really been a "fat decade" and I feel like garbage.  Or maybe it is because I still have one more surgery for this gallbladder thing.  But then again, perhaps it is because every time that I turn around Charlie has destroyed another $20 vacuum filter or thrown half the bookshelf of books down the basement stairs...again.  Is it because as I am typing this, I am reminded that I am missing 7 of the keys from my laptop keyboard because some little fingers pulled them off.
Nope, that's not why.
Do you want to know why I am really crabby?  It is because I have a horrible attitude...the wrong attitude.  It is because my priorities are all messed up and I have forgotten what is truly important. It is because I am constantly stressing and worrying about the wrong things.  I have forgotten what a blessing these sweet (and sometimes sour) little kiddos are!  I have forgotten that my father in heaven has entrusted me with something more important and infinitely more valuable than a house or "me time".
So, I am on a mission...I am on a mission to pull my self together; to re-evaluate my priorities, to cowgirl up; to just plain get over it and start living the way I should be! I'm on a mission to be a better
wife, a better mom, and a better friend.  Here's to a change for good.