What's That In Your Eye?

Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I'm already out of patience. I don't' know what happens to me during the course of my sleep but I'm already prepared to lose it with the first problem that arises.

So in my efforts this morning to get breakfast made, kids dressed, the Suburban loaded and all of us out the door for our final soccer game, I realized that I couldn't find my organizer that had the address in it for one of the players that we needed to pick up. And yep, I lost it. I blamed everyone in my way, I stormed through the house upending stacks of books and papers, and it wasn't pretty. When I finally found it, it was exactly where I had put it...under the bottom of one of my OWN piles on the kitchen counter.

I was relieved but not sufficiently apologetic yet.

As I switched from Jekyll back to Hyde I stopped at the hall mirror on my way out the door.

My husband tentatively asked what I was doing. I'm sure he was frightened to even talk to me after my tirade.

"I have something in my eye and I'm trying to get it out, " I said.

He started laughing maniacally. He could barely speak.

"What?" I asked.

He replied, "Could it be that giant plank in there?"

Man, I hate it when he's right.

"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? (Matthew 7:3)