PMS and Trash Cans

Alright, here’s the deal. I’m having the worst bout of PMS I’ve had in quite some time.  Dear family, I do apologize for my wretched behavior the past few days.

 

 

Y’all, honestly, just wretched.

It’s one of those times where you know in mid-stride that what you’re doing and saying is so terrible but you cannot seem to stop yourself because your body has just taken completely over.

To give you just one example, the other day Lexi was complaining about a pair of her shoes and how they fit.  This is nothing new. She’s very particular about how socks and shoes fit.

Well, we went in rounds about how she WAS going to wear those shoes I just bought her because they were EXACLTY what she wanted and she was going on about how she WASN’T going to wear them because her toe in her right foot was hurting even though they were EXACTLY the same size as the previous ones and the next size up was too big for her.

I got so frustrated, that I yelled and stormed in the kitchen and threw the brand new shoes in the trash can, telling her she didn’t ever have to worry about the shoes again because they were GONE!

I knew as I was walking in the kitchen that what I was doing was so daft and I should just calm down and NOT throw the shoes in the garbage but I really could not stop myself.

Before long, she was crying, begging to keep the shoes and I was begging for forgiveness and neither of us knew whether she should wear the silly shoes or not.

Please tell me you have acted this way before!

I would like to blame the hormones, I really would but I truly believe in these times of stress that it simply just brings up the mess inside us already.

Just as Romans says, we all still do things we don’t want to do and don’t do things we want to.  We all still fight against our flesh but thank God I can still find Christ at the bottom of a trash can loving me anyway.