I Told You So

You know those moments in life when the people you love learn the truth of what you say?  Sometimes it is a  struggle to not scream or chant or sashay around the room while singing "I told you so!"

Right now my "I told you so" moment is with a friend who has two small kids.  She has an older child and two smaller ones.  When my three visited her house and I marveled all her pricey knick-knacks sitting eye-level with the toddlers, she said it was just a matter of telling them "no."  Seriously?  This came from the woman with an 8 year old, a small toddler and an infant.  Now that the infant is a toddler and that toddler is a preschooler, those pricey knick-knacks are getting destroyed and her "no" isn't just enough.  Ha.  It's called "lockdown" on anything of value.  I told you so.

Whew.  Glad I got that off my chest.

I recognize that "I told you so" works both ways and my older mom friends have lots of valuable information to impart.  Some of it I take gladly, some of it with a grain of salt, some of it I ignore and then allow them the "I told you so" moment when I tell them they were right.  See?  I'm perfect.

While I'm here - and we know it's been awhile since I've been here - let me tell you how rough and tiring this summer has been.  Several friends have passed away.  Four, to be exact.  Cancer, fluke, cancer, and cancer.  My heart feels a little battered.

Throw in I'm now working at home and it's not something I can do while the kids are awake.  What was I thinking?  I was thinking we needed the extra money and I'd figure it out eventually.  Somehow that's not working as well as it was supposed to work.  On top of that - we got a dog.  What was I thinking?  I was thinking the kids and hubby have asked for a dog for years and it was time to relent when a friend offered us an older puppy.  Needless to say, I'm tired.  I'm worn out.  I'm constantly struggling to get it together.

I totally didn't listen to the older moms in my life who warned I already had enough on my plate with being a SAHM to three.  Without the WAHM job.  Without the dog.

Now you know why I'm relishing the "I told you so."  Sometimes it just feels satisfying to be right about something.

Of course, I was right about Obama, but that goes without saying and is such a consistent "I told you so" that it doesn't really count.  Maybe it would feel more satisfying if he weren't wrecking our country.  But, that's another post altogether.

~ G

Troubled

Today I am troubled. I am troubled by the nastiness I see in the papers, in the news, and in the world around me. The constant insistence of the Left that anyone who doesn't agree completely with Obama is a racist wears thin. It seems to me that calling someone a racist is losing it's meaning. It's crying wolf. "Racist!" or "racism" used to stop people from continuing with their arguments. Now it's merely the first step in the debate. It's become the first response from the liberals.

"Racist!" Whew. Finally. Hope you got that out of your system. Maybe now we have have a discussion about policies.

There was an op-ed in the local paper today that torqued my jaw. The writer concerned himself with pointing out the instances of racism he'd seen and the bigotry he'd witnessed. Nevermind he called Tea Party Patriots that foul, lewd name Anderson Cooper coined for them. So while this writer is professing his moral superiority, he's calling the Right names. Classy. Really, this just confirms my hypothesis that those who are engaged in the business of calling dissenters "racists" are actually the ones with the prejudice problem.

This afternoon I sat down with my Bible. Prayer bubbled from my lips and my heart begged God to open our eyes and our ears and our hearts to him so that we might see each other through him. God is the only one who can unite us. Whether we choose to allow him to work through us is another thing all together.