Full Life

Do you think its awful that i want to pay pal thing on the side of my blog so people can donate to my "meet as many blog friends as possible who live close to Erin fund"??? Tacky or ingenious? I'm not sure yet....

Yesterday night epic. We had a full scale WW3 in our house between the 4 of us girls that live there surrounding the one simple issue we just can't seem to get a handle on........

CLEANING! I grew up in a neat freak house with a mom who made sure i picked up after me and instilled in me desire and need for a sparkling clean kitchen all the time. Now i can definitely understand that there are people out there who didn't live in a house that was ready for the queen at a moments notice but seriously.... I can't wrap my head around not picking up after myself and simple things like emptying the garbage if its full. To me- its just plain old common sense. So everything came to a head last when it was discovered that one of us had hid half the dishes and utensils on the others. Voices were raised and feet were stomped and doors were slammed...the whole shebang! Our poor friend Preston came over to challenge me to a game of Wii tennis and had to witness the whole ordeal. Needless to say nothing really got settled and we all went to bed angry with eachother.....well not me and Tori because we sat on my bed eating candy till 3am but pretty much we were all angry.

Then i was thinking today...or rather, God was telling me and i was thinking but trying really really really hard to change the subject and that little voice kept creeping into my head telling me to work at everything as if working for HIM and not for me, or my roommates or anyone else.

I end up cleaning the kitchen a lot and most of the time its in a silent rage and i need a good 8 hour sleep to simmer. But then i heard God telling me to work for HIM and not for me. So TECHNICALLY.......when i'm raging in the kitchen over having to do someone else's dishes, i should be singing P and W and not waiting to put on my angry music and mulling over in my head all the times i've done this and all the reasons why i shouldn't have to.

So this is what my new internal voice is going to tell myself when i get ridicuslouly mad over cleaning up someone else's mess.

"amy- come on. lets just get ahold of ourself here. other than the fact that you're probably burning a trillion calories per hour the way you're tearing through the house like a mad woman, lets just chill. there have GOT to be other times when our roomates have felt the exact same way about us and is it really a big deal for us to clean up after other people? Isn't that what we're spending hours a week and thousands a year trying to get really really got at? how about the fact that our God cleans up our crap alll the time! Does he complain? right...so lets just put this all into perpective.........