Some People Don't Believe I Get Grumpy

My morning began with the song "Blessed Be Your Name."  As we sang the line, Blessed be your name when the sun's shining down on me, when the world's all as it should be ... I thought, "Yes!  That's today, Lord.  Things are GOOD.  You are good.  Blessed be your name!"  I didn't think it lightly, either.  I've sung that song plenty of times with tears streaming down my face as I choked out the words Blessed be your name on a road marked with suffering, though there's pain in the offering, Blessed be your name. I never take for granted the days when I can sing the words with joy.  

After church, I met my mom and dad for lunch, and felt really privileged to be able to actually buy their meal for once!  We had a great visit, and I was in a great mood as I got back to my apartment early in the afternoon.

Then I discovered the broken hot water heater I called maintenance about had not been fixed.  And the cover to the light fixture in the shower was still laying on the bathroom floor.  Then I lost my phone and was forced to use facebook to find someone to call it for me which always frustrates me.  My day was going downhill fast.  I had a brief recovery when Erin and I made a trip to the mall for some window shopping and a snowcone.  But, I came back home to fix dinner and had a mom-question.  I reached for my phone, sitting on top of my purse on the counter just over my kitchen sink.  As I pulled the phone away from the purse, it slipped from my hand, bounced off the counter top, and dropped right to the bottom of the coffee pot full of water sitting in the sink.  And, now it is dead.  And, I am in a seriously foul mood.  And I can't even call and whine about it to anyone - which is by far the worst punishment for a verbal processor. 

Earlier, I was shopping online for a new laptop I've convinced myself I really do need.  Now, I'm shopping for a replacement phone instead because when I bought this one about 8 months ago, I told myself (and the store clerk) in one of my more genius moments that I didn't want insurance since I'd never used my cell phone insurance in the past and this was by far the cheapest phone I'd bought yet, so I definitely wasn't going to insure it.  Doh!

I want to just be grumpy.  I want to believe I have an excuse to just be grumpy.  And throw a big ol' pity party.  And wallow in it.  Dia would tell me to go in the closet and pick out a new attitude.  My mom would tell me to put my big girl panties on and deal with it.  My great grandmother would have told me I could get glad in the same clothes I got mad in.  Angela would tell me a sad story about finding a spider in her house, and hope feeling sorry for her made me feel less pitiful for me (it didn't).

And, all evening long, a bridge keeps playing in my head ... You give and take away, You give and take away, My heart will choose to say: Blessed be Your name! 

This is not a road marked with suffering.  It's just a hitch in my giddy-up.  I do think I'll go to bed early and hope things look better in the morning, though -- just in case. 

By the way, the hot water mysteriously started working again about 30 minutes ago.