
Yesterday I was asked to make a clever (or not) handout for those judging the Reflections contest at the elementary school and I agreed. It was a busy day. Jeremy agreed last night to go purchase the 100 Grand candy bars ("Thanks. You're worth 100 Grand" was the plan) while I got the kids ready for bed.
I'll be honest, sometimes bedtime isn't calm, nor is it a sweet, bonding time at our house. Not that I wouldn't love it to be that way. So I'm in the bedtime process, a little irritated, and the phone rings. Sigh. The caller ID identifies that it's Jeremy and I mumble, "you're the creative one, just pick something that works." I answer the phone and I hear: "What about 'don't be an Idaho Spud.' No, that's not quite it. What about 'Thanks for judging even if you're a nerd.' No. Oh, here we go. 'You're a red hot tamale and a good judge, too.'" On it went for several minutes while Jeremy made me laugh, helped to change my attitude, and made me feel grateful for the blessings that I have been given.