I've probably already said way too much in my mind and on Facebook and in my mind again so I thought I simply leave you with a photo pictorial of what my life looked like in the days following the election. It just s w a l l o w e d me up.
Anyone else relate?
I'm dying at that top still on the television. **Make each day special** HA! Also, endless Caillou = a portrait of all hell broken loose.
and finally... THE COUP DE GRAS, this fine piece of art presented to me by Clemmy. Clem yelling, me smiling, and my phone.
I am the world's shittiest mom.
Let it be known.
Anyway today, by the skin of my teeth, we made it to mass. Before communion we sang the prayer of St Francis and, man, I have heard that song 1,000 times but it never struck me like it did today.
Particularly: Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned...
And then I thought of Facebook... -__-
Aside from the obvious ill that comes from rabid consumption of anything, the tone in the frustration from every side was rarely consoling, loving, pardoning ETC... particularly the tone is my own head. Yuck. I know I could use a double dose of those sentiments and then some. Plus a mental cleanse of some sort. Can the lemon juice/maple syrup/cayenne thing take care of that?
Anyway, I'm resolving (resolution no. 76,453) to do all the right things more and do it all as far away from Facebook as humanly possible. Lord Jesus.
Anyone feel me?
Why is it so hard to stop staring at a car accident?
Why do we think we can fix the world via Facebook?
Why do we let our kids watch Caillou?
Wishing you a glorious, happy, spiritually productive Thursday. May it be free of arguments and snark!