Y'all were so great in sharing my woes regarding my missing flatware. As soon as it warms up I may take Barb's suggestion and look in the back yard, or on "Camp Kid" (the name my children call the hill behind our house).
Until then, I have some other questions I need to ask . . .
- Is it unrealistic to expect that my daughters, who have been back from their Thanksgiving vacation for, oh . . . NINE weeks, should have completely unpacked their luggage?
- Is it unrealistic for me to expect for a book on hamsters that I've been finding all over my house to make its way to a bookshelf or be sold, considering we took all hamsters back to PetSmart several days BEFORE Christmas? (Yes, this is where the "PetSmart" of our story began! We'll not be doing rodents around here again any time soon, ha ha!! Cue the maniacal laughter here)
- Is it unrealistic for me to expect that DP will get his clothes into the hamper or his kleenex into the trash can after wearing and using said items? It has been 14 years, y'all!
- Is it unrealistic for me to expect that when it is winter my children will gravitate toward wearing long sleeves and long pants rather than running around in short sleeves and shorts, complaining about how cold it is in our house all the time?
- Is it unrealistic to expect that after 41 years of knowing myself that I still get surprised at the way I react to all the unmet expectations that come my way?
What do you find unrealistic expectations in your life?
What happens at your house that causes you to say, "I just can't believe they did /didn't do that?"
Let me know.
Until we figure it all out . . . here is truth to fill in that void of unmet expectations:
" My comfort in my suffering is this:
Your promise preserves my life."