Yesterday, on the third go 'round with puddles of juice and paper towels and mops, I was feeling completely justified in grumbling while I did the clean-up. Kids were upstairs crying, and I was sweaty with indignation.
When one of the sniffling spillers ventured downstairs, I warned them not to push me any farther. "My patience is all GONE," I growled.
After the clean-up, I sat down at the computer and found this waiting in my inbox:
"There are many who excuse themselves, saying that if they were in other
circumstances they would be much more patient. This is a grave mistake, for it
assumes that virtue is a matter of geography, and not of moral effort. It makes
little difference where we are; it all depends on what we are thinking about."
Fulton J. Sheen
Still working on it.