I'm beginning to think that my new job is God's way of telling me that I should have followed in my parents' footsteps and gone to school for accounting. Somehow the Administrative Assistant position here includes the special added responsibility of scouring through dozens of tabs on Excel spreadsheets to find where miniscule cost savings figures have come from. And while I normally enjoy detail orientated tasks, the one I've been working on for the past two days is making my eyes cross and blood boil. I'm just glad I didn't listen to my first instinct last night and take my work home with me, as I probably would have smashed the laptop before the night was over.
Tonight Thing 2 is supposed to have a T-Ball game, a make-up game for one that was previously rained out. And it's raining... Again. And as horrible as it may sound, I find myself relieved. DH has been less than cordial at any of the games, and at last Friday night's make-up game (also for Thing 2), Dave was just about to throw him a punch. But I've already reminded Dave, that he's never been in jail, and DH is not an acceptable reason (not that any is) to make a visit there. Plus, I don't have money to bail him out, haha.
I'm a few weeks behind in reading "Our Daily Bread," however when I go home for lunch I'm going to have to show Dave today's to read. The end reads,
"Instead of returning injury and insult, may we live by Christ-honoring and Spirit-empowered alternatives: Live at peace with everyone, submit to a spiritual mediator, and leave it in the hands of authorities and, most of all, in God's hands."
Perhaps DH will someday get tired of being ignored through his insults and tirades, or perhaps I'll have to get a restraining order against him, but in the meantime, I really do have to remember, for Dave and my sake, that we can not take any action except no action.
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