Humor: Wrinkle Solution

Peckish. Isn’t that a great word?. It even sounds like it means: cranky. It describes my mood over the past few days. This combined with feeling like Cinderella while living in the frozen tundra. There are several things that don’t sit well with me and frigid, arctic weather for any extended period of time is one of them. It has been well below freezing for a week and it makes me peckish.

As for the Cinderella syndrome….well that comes from planning the meals, pouring over ads for the best bargains, making the menu, composing the list, pulling out the coupons, pushing a cart up and down the aisle, hunting down the grocery items, standing in line, bagging the groceries, loading bags into the car trunk, driving home, unloading the groceries and finally cooking the meal. Only to discover that Mom doesn’t feel like eating and Dad refuses to eat the chili I just made. And let’s not forget how much I do not like to cook. My disdain for cooking is not a recent phenomenon. I never liked cooking. Now, however, it is one of my responsibilities. God has a very twisted sense of humor. We will talk about this in the afterlife.

I want to scream and stomp my feet like a 2 year old. In other words, I feel like Cinderella. Cue the small violins playing in the background of my self-indulgent pity-party extravaganza.

The next day I prayed in church for patience, guidance and more patience. God sent me a message in the guise of humor.

After church I went to the department store to return a few items. I took my time meandering down the aisles, enjoying the solitude and quiet in my head. Looking at a bin of gadgets, I spotted a sweater “shaver”. It is one of those gadgets that de-fuzzes the puffy pills that form on sweaters. I have a few sweaters that have pills and picked up the shaver.

As I was unloading my purchases, I showed the de-fuzzer to Mom. I remember her having one a number of years ago. She did not remember, at first. I said, “It shaves the fuzz off”. “Oh, you are going to use it in the shower on your legs.” Ahhhh, not exactly. I laughed and said, “No this is for the little fuzz balls on sweaters.”. Mom chuckled, “That’s right.”

For me, a little humor like the exchange above goes a long way in smoothing out the tired lines creeping across my heart. It helps me to put things in perspective and laugh at life.

There will be more days like the recent ones, where I feel overwhelmed and under loved. But that is a part of this life I now lead. And if I really pause to reflect on this, there are many people who have similar moments. Life is messy.

The saving grace is that God is in and amongst my messes, sending love…and humor my way.

Peace,

JaneEllen