When Things Go Wrong


When some things go wrong, take a moment to be thankful for the many more things that are still going right. -Annie Gottlier 

I’m going to give it a try, how about you? It’s so easy when something goes wrong to get a bad attitude and wallow in self pity. Focusing on the things that are going right can make what is going wrong seem much less bothersome. I was tested today. 

I am starving and everyone is losing weight in the house. We have been battling those nasty little pantry moths for a few weeks now. There is not a single thing in my pantry and still today, I saw a tiny worm crawling across the top of a drawer. I got the Clorox out and cleaned again the best I could. I have completely removed their food source except for a couple things I finally committed to throwing out today. It kills me to waste food but I am determined to get rid of these dispicable little creatures living in our food.The way I see it, I have a choice. I can wallow in the horrible way that tiny little worm made me feel or I can choose to focus on all the other wonderful things that happened this week for which I feel very grateful. I don’t know, tough choice. Which would you choose?

Yes, I Am A Control Freak


There I said it, I’m a controL freak. I am a firm believer that we are faced with different situations to teach us a particular lesson until we finally start to get it. When I look closely at what is being to presented to me, there seems to be a common theme. Control. 

If you speak to my family and friends, they will tell you my house is always clean. I am crazy when it comes to my house. I have this insatiable need to keep it presentable and organized with as little clutter as possible. For me, a clean house is a clear and calm mind. I don’t even try and understand it, I just make it happen. 

Last year we battled fruit flies and it was an exhausting experience. This year it’s pantry moths. I have spent the entire morning throwing out food and wiping my pantry off with Clorox, vinegar and soap and water. 

I am an absolute baby when it comes to bugs. Every time one flies at me, I scream like a 5 year old girl. I smashed one with my hand earlier and it got stuck to my finger. The way I carried on, you would think I needed to cut it off.

So, control. This is a reminder that no matter how clean I keep my house, no matter how hard I try and manipulate my surroundings, I will never, ever be in control. Not only do I have to allow this in my life, I also need to be able to work around it. These bugs are supposed to be lesson for me and as I smash each one, I will be thankful and let them know how grateful I am that they are infesting my clean house.

More about control later, I must get back to removing these bugs. What are some obvious lessons that have been presenting themselves to you lately? I’d love to hear about it.

Buzz Off!


If there is one thing that completely aggravates me in a single moment, it’s a fly. I cannot for the life of me understand how I can have this gigantic house and yet that fly insists on flying right around me. If the tickle from it landing on my skin isn’t bad enough, the buzzing sound coming from its tiny body just about sends me over the edge. I’m on a mission today to kill every single fly that is alive in this house. Sure, I feel a little bad because by nature I am a lover, not a fighter. But today, I am parading around the house to the tune of Two PiƱa Coladas by Garth Brooks. Have you heard that song? I’ve changed the words just a tiny bit: 

I’ve got two colored fly swatters,                             One for each hand                                                         

Nevermind about that. On a positive note, a fly is the one thing that can instantly get me moving again when I’m stuck in a rut or a chair. How about you? Is there anything in particular that really gets on your nerves? I’d love to hear about it.