the beast.

I was kind of a beast all of last week, and this weekend as well. Seriously, I'm not proud of myself. Do you ever have moments when you are listening to yourself freak out, and you're thinking, "Shut up Cori, you're being terrible." And yet you don't stop. You just keep freaking out at your husband/kids/anyone driving in your vicinity. Yeah, that was me last week. It was like I was suspended in air above myself watching myself act like a ridiculous immature idiot. I think I hit my stress limit and just popped. That's not really an excuse though.

Then on Sunday morning, my husband turned on one of the sessions from last October's conference while we dressed for church. This talk came on. There is usually one talk that really stays with me from every session of conference. This one has stayed with me for months. It's one of those things I have trouble with. Just laughing at the moment, enjoying life in it's imperfections.

The good news is, this week is going much better. I'm behaving myself, and it's amazing what a difference that alone makes.

"The first thing we can do is learn to laugh. Have you ever seen an angry driver who, when someone else makes a mistake, reacts as though that person has insulted his honor, his family, his dog, and his ancestors all the way back to Adam? Or have you had an encounter with an overhanging cupboard door left open at the wrong place and the wrong time which has been cursed, condemned, and avenged by a sore-headed victim?

There is an antidote for times such as these: learn to laugh."

Joseph B. Wirthlin

ps. Carter is standing in timeout right now practicing his ability to mimic a vuloso raptor (no idea if I spelled that right), or some kind of wild bore. Either that or he is possessed. I'm thinking it's the raptor thing.