It is 6:40 a.m. I am bleary-eyed. Right now I can hardly recall the last week, much less what in it makes me grateful. Normally, I wouldn't try to do this post so early but I have to work in Marley's class today.
Wake up Mary. For what are you most grateful this week?
Okay. At the risk of sounding repetitive, I am most grateful for friends and my church family.
- I got to sit down with one last night over dinner and coffee and have a nice, long chat about life with kids, the universe of a busy mom with kids, and everything else you might imagine.
- I had another friend from church check in with me after reading about the Marley exploits this week. She asked how I was doing and made sympathetic noises.
- A good friend called to catch up. As usual, life interrupted us before we were finished talking. We did get in nearly an hour on the phone before that happened. An hour! How great is that?
- My sister-in-law (and good friend) called to check in on me after I missed a meeting with the graduate advisor. She had a meeting scheduled for the next hour. Both of us having the same last name, the advisor asked about me. Of course, I was fine. I had just forgotten about the meeting because of all the royal antics that morning.
In the last week, for what am I least grateful?
The sleepiness affects me here, too. Only, instead of making it hard to think of something, it makes it too easy to come up with a list of complaints. I don't want to do that. Let's see... I think in the last week, I am least grateful for myself. In looking over my personality profile recently, I recognize certain characteristics that I don't like right now about being an ENFP, including but not limited to:
- serious mistakes in judgment deriving from a tendency to focus on data which confirm their own biases
- being hypersensitive and hyperalert, thus a tendency towards muscle tension
- sometimes being too impatient with others
- becoming restless with painstaking detail and follow-through
- not always being interested in saving for the future
- and as mentioned in a previous post, being somewhat unpredictable as a parent, shifting from a role of friend-in-need rescuer to stern authority figure.***
The last one is the one that has been really bothering me lately. Who wants that parent? Does it matter how devoted you are if your kids never know which parent is going to "show up" on a particular day, hour or moment? I am trying to be productive with this problem. But of course, because I am an ENFP, I am apt to "heap burning coals of fire on [myself,] always berating [myself] for being so conscious of self."
Part of the purpose of Sleeping with Bread is to learn to take the things which cause you desolation and turn them into consolations. I hope this week that I will be able to take the sides of my personality that are bothering me now and turn them around... as long as it doesn't take too much painstaking detail and follow-through! (Wink. Wink.)
Also Sleeping with Bread today:
chickenone of ky coop cast: The Good and the Not So Good
Sheila of musings of a mommy: Sleeping with Bread Monday
atypical of nonsensical text: crackers may be humble bread, but they still qualify
Beatrice of Much Ado About Nothing joined us for the first time this week.
Upon further reflection: It is now much later in the day. Having re-read through this post, I would like to clarify that some of the dreariness is a result of the early morning hour that I was writing it, not the actual degree of "bad week." At the best of times, I am not a morning person, so in attempting to get the post in before leaving for the morning, I was not thinking all that clearly.
***From Please Understand Me by David Keirsey and Marilyn Bates. I didn't using quotation marks for most of the bullet points because I didn't use exact quotes, just semi-exact quotes and I was too tired to punctuate it correctly.