RUDE

Why am I so rude?

Let me back up and set the stage for you...

Last night was Aubrie's first mutual. The youth went to the temple to do baptisms for the dead. Who could wish for a better first mutual experience for their daughter... Not me. However, I was unable to attend. I cannot be way from Remi for that long. (They left at 5:15 p.m. and returned at 10:30 p.m.) Too long between feedings... Anyway, Matt was able to go with the youth and drove our van. I did not begrudge him the time spent with Aubrie, and felt like it would be a good experience for them.

Well, this morning as I got into the van, I realized that I would have to replace the car seats before taking Jesse to preschool. So I opened the back doors of the van and grab Remi's base and Andee's chair. Upon pulling them from the back my eyes fall upon... a taco bell wrapper. Crushed into a ball, and in my mind's eye I can see the occupant of the back seat trying to be funny and throwing it over his shoulder into the rear cargo space and snickering to himself. Of course I say 'his' because I cannot see any of my young women doing this.

So here it is. Why was my first thought to find out who was sitting there in the back and then save the wrapper and give it to them on Sunday with a professed innocent comment something like "I noticed that you dropped this on accident in my van on Wednesday." Why am I so rude that this is my first thought and not, "Goodness me, I'm glad I found this wrapper and could be the one to throw it away. What a great opportunity to be of service to the youth." Ok, so this comment would be just as rude, the way that it is coming out of my mind, but really, couldn't I be a bit nicer? I wasn't even as upset by the cheese and lettuce all over the recently vacuumed seat and floor. This is not what my mother raised me to be. I can be better.

Thank you for reading my personal tirade this morning...have a good day filled with generous thoughts for and of others.