The other day I had another rough day, they seem to be going around lately. Jacob and I had to make a quick run to Idaho Falls to get some fabric and luckily I was able to drop off my two older kids, I planned things out carefully, hoping to sneak in a nap for my teething twins. Well things didn't go according to plan... shocker...not. ~As I was finally headed home, Jacob noticed that the fabric store over charged us by $60, and we had to turn around, problem was that we were already a quarter of the way home. For whatever reason I lost it. Maybe it was because I was hungry, or because the twins were fussy, or because it had been a long day let alone a long week. Or perhaps, the awful drivers around me that were completely oblivious to the existence of another car on the road...so I let my poor hubby have it. I complained, I never complain... at least not recently. The last time I complained was a year ago when I found out I was pregnant, and I complained about how hard and busy my life was and then a week later I found out it was twins. So I learned the hard way, don't complain because things will inevitably just get worse. (I'm not saying twins are a bad thing... they just definitely made my life much busier than I ever could imagine.)
~Anyway, I complained to Jacob about how "ridiculously uncomfortable" my life is. I hate having to drive all the time, I hate working all the time, I never get a break, I never get any help, I can't remember what it is like to sleep at night, my house is too small, I'm under appreciated ...on and on. Poor Jacob just took it in silence the whole way back to the store and ran in, while I attacked the indescribably, uncomfortable task of nursing my twins in the car...again.
When Jacob got things cleared up, he came back to the car and suggested we get Chinese Food on the way out of I.F. I agreed, and apologized for the complaints and we picked up some takeout and headed home.
~An hour later, after I finally got the twins down, Jacob made me sit down to eat before I headed to pick up my other two kids. After the meal he gave me my fortune cookie... now usually my fortune is something real dumb like..."you will find wisdom in time." But on this particular night it was "You will have a very comfortable life."....of course. We laughed about it, and I headed out the door to pick up my other kids. On the drive to my parents house I realized my life is actually pretty comfortable. I have everything I need. I have a roof over my head, a nice car, a great hubby and four super cute kids ... what more could I ask for?
~I've decided that comfort isn't things... it is a state of mind. It is funny how we sort of predetermine "I be comfortable when....". If we always want more things, or something better than what we've got, we will never find comfort. It is all about our focus, and I just needed something as trivial as a fortune cookie to remind me of just how fortunate I am.
