Not absolutely sure when I began to realize that I’d have to grasp to hold on to any holiday spirit, but do know I’ve been feeling plenty ‘guilty’ for my ‘not so good’ attitude when everyone around me has been spouting ‘thankfulness’.
Maybe it started when My Big Boy showed up in Kansas with a hand wrapped like a caveman’s club. Severe burn. Long story, but his job involves steam. Now, I don’t like it when My Big Boy hurts. And when the man is taking pain pills, I know he hurts.
“Okay Lord, I’m thankful that it wasn’t any worse…it could have been much worse.”
Or maybe the Jolly Holiday attitude went out the window when I finally had to give up on over 10 months of back pain and make a trip to the ER. Yes the pain level was over the top, but even worse was the embarrassment of two men having to get me to the pick-up…and in it! (Let’s just say I’m a full-figured woman)
“Okay, thank you Lord, for Dr.’s and pain shots, and family who love me and take care of me.”
If that all wasn’t enough, trying to explain My Big Boy’s stolen wallet to the local policeman who pulled us over (yes, I was in the back seat all sprawled out, recovering from the pain shot!)…well…at that point…my thankfulness level had bottomed out.
Lost, momentarily..the holiday spirit. If found, please send my way…quick!