I Quit!

You know, I'm such a quitter. I quit something nearly everyday (probably everyday).

Day #1---Depressed. Easily frustrated. Tired. I sit down at the computer and a headline says something about excessive sugar consumption being linked to mood swings. Huh. If I want to get better, I'll have to quit that.

Day #2---Talked to my Grandma on the phone. She, at eighty years old, encouraged me to enjoy life. To eat chocolate. To not take myself so seriously. Hmmm. She's probably right. I really ought to quit that.

Day #3---Walked the goat. She ran away. I chased her around the village while folks laughed at my predicament. "Forget it!" I yelled in mind. "I quit!"

Day #4---A fellow missionary's daughter threw a fit, screaming and yelling at everyone in sight. She even hit her brother with a toy. I got a fiendish delight from the exchange because her older girls are angels. Then I felt badly for thinking those things in my heart and decided that I really ought to quit that.

Day #5---Didn't sleep well. Drank too much water before bed. I really ought to quit that.

Day #6---Kids were crazy. I barked. I felt bad. Decided I really ought to quit that.

Day #7---Overloaded the washing machine in my haste. The machine walked all over the floor and my Love reminded me why we shouldn't overload the machine. I pledged to quit that.

Sitting here now, I see that my quitting never works. I say I will and I never do---or I do for a minute and go right back to it. So I'm thinkin' I really ought to quit that. ;)