How does the trash can need to be emptied every.single.day? We aren't even here for the majority of the day, and yet the trashcan gets filled.
Why don't people give other people the benefit of the doubt? This week, I left what I thought was a nice, encouraging comment on someone's blog post, and got an angry reply to what I said. Then someone else tried to stick up for me by explaining what I meant, and that same person left her an angry comment. There are plenty of times when I say too much, or need to learn to bite my tongue, but when I actually leave what I think is a sweet comment, and then get in trouble for it, it makes me want to crawl back into my shell.
When you say you will pray for someone, how do you follow through? If a friend asks me for prayers, I try to immediately say a Hail Mary so that I don't forget to pray for their intention. But maybe there's a better system, like writing it down and setting aside time to pray for those written intentions.
How do people make time for their friends? I would love advice on this one. Do you have a monthly girl's night out? Meet weekly for playtime with the kids? Talk on the phone every day? I always feel like I am so busy meeting the daily demands of my own family that I rarely make time to be social, and I know friendships are important relationships that need to be nurtured.
How come the saying "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" doesn't apply to the Internet? This is why social media just isn't good for my thin skin. I try so hard to be careful in what I write, stating my opinions in ways that I don't think will be offensive, and yet still manage to get comments from angry people telling me that because I said education is important to me, that means I am putting them down because they don't think education is as important. Uhhh, no, I just am telling you about the way I was raised, not saying it's the perfect way to be raised. Not everything you write about is a reflection on me, and vice versa. I don't read a post about the wonderful benefits of homeschooling and then leave an angry anonymous comment WITH CAPITAL LETTERS TO SHOW HOW MAD I AM saying that you must be calling me a bad mom because I don't homeschool.
When I was pregnant with my second child, I used to worry about how I was going to love him as much as the first. Now that I have all these beautiful babies, I still wonder about how a parent's heart manages to love them each so much. How is that possible?
Is their a cheaper way to feed a family of slightly picky eaters on a budget? I don't want to skimp on protein, and they don't eat seafood or beans. Plus I'm not home to spend hours cooking. Teach me your ways, oh wise ones.
Have a beautiful smack-dab-in-the-middle-of-the-summer weekend!