Since my husband has been at his new job, he and I get up at 5:30 in the mornings. He usually gets right up and I stay behind and make the bed. I set the coffee maker (got a new one for Christmas) the night before so the coffee will be ready when we get downstairs. I hated our old maker but only paid $5 for it. You had to pour it really really slowly to avoid it running all over the counter. Sometimes it would overflow as it brewed and would make a HUGE mess. The one that I got for Christmas has been GREAT! It is a Mr. Coffee (my brand of choice) and has not disappointed me....YET.
So I realized this morning that my husband had gotten up and I had apparently pressed "dismiss" instead of "snooze" on my phone. I jumped up and went downstairs without making my bed because I was 30 minutes behind. This is silly, but that is always a bad way to start a day. I get downstairs to a counter full of water, a few coffee grounds, and a half full coffee pot. WHAT? It had failed! I started to figure out what could have gone wrong and started a new pot. I then realized that "mother nature" had arrived. GREAT! I started packing my husband's lunch for him to take to work. I took his bag of lunch to the place where he leaves everything he needs to take out the door when he leaves. Since I had hurried to the kitchen to prepare our coffee and breakfast, I had not turned any lights on anywhere else. As I sat his lunch on the table, his new Mag Lite flashlight fell and narrowly missed my toe. The sound of it falling scared me. I go back to the kitchen to start his breakfast and, THANKFULLY, the second pot of coffee had brewed. I poured us both a cup and finished breakfast. As I was walking back up the hallway, my husband emerges from the bathroom and says, "Good morning!" If he ONLY knew that I had pretty much spent the first 30 minutes of my day in a tizzy. I just laughed. As I started sharing with him how it had all unfolded, he laughed along with me. Things could be much much worse, and I truly realize that.
I have a friend that had surgery for colorectal cancer yesterday. She will start MAJOR chemo treatments in a few weeks. I have been following a couple of blogs where two different mom's are watching there sons fight for their lives. One is an infant and one is about 5 years old. I saw online earlier about a teenage boy who died on Christmas day from a heart condition. I know a wife that is fighting to save her marriage. I know of families that are struggling to keep their home. I know of a man that lost his wife and within a couple of days his son also passed away. I know how blessed I am and if my bed does not get made, the coffee maker runs over, and I drop a flashlight. It is NOT a big deal. I am sure any of the people in these situations would love to trade places. I first complained about what I woke up to, but I now think about all of the people I mentioned here and I have to know that they woke to much bigger things.
I am going to make my bed and get another cup of coffee. I will also stop and thank the Lord for the overflowing coffee pot, unmade bed, and nearly broken toe. I am now grateful for starting my day that way.