Somewhere around 5 pm on Saturdays I started noticing everyone getting crabby with each other. I noticed the pattern back when the kids were still living here. Finding a pattern meant there was probably an underneath pattern I could figure out.
Didn't take long.
Saturday mornings meant a big family breakfast. Breakfast is Mike's favorite meal and the rest of us love it, too. Lizzy's affection for bacon is legendary, Robert is big on biscuits and gravy and Ryan's favorite is a biscuit with sausage and strawberry jam. Just like in my family growing up, this was just what we did on Saturday mornings. Country music playing on the kitchen radio, cooking and then sharing a meal - a good meal, a big meal. And everyone would be fueled for the day.
Matter of fact - we'd be so full we couldn't eat another thing all day!
There was the problem.
By 5 pm on Saturdays we were hungry, but we'd been so busy all day and we'd had that big breakfast and no one thought of eating. So, we'd get grumpy and start fussing at each other.
Well . . . lately I've been out of sorts at times, especially with Mike. No reason - and of course that means it's just not an obvious reason and is going to take some thinking.
So, I picked up the Lenten devotional I've neglected for the past couple weeks and spent some time with God this morning and clear as day I realized my problem.
Not filling myself on a regular basis - Like we'd forget to eat on those Saturdays - I've been forgetting to spend time being refilled by God. And so I've been grouchy and touchy. Now, maybe you are always the soul of calm and pleasantness, but if once in a while you feel out of sorts for absolutely no reason (or at least not a good one), check and see if you're hungry- hungry for what only God provides.
And then have something to eat for crying out loud!