I hate it when I'm wrong

Ok, so I know I haven't mentioned my hairdryer time in a while. I had to stay home from church today (again, I know this is becoming a habit). Bubba was sick. We aren't sure if it is another form of the stomach virus or just something he ate. . .but, well you get the picture. Anyways, during my shower today I realized that I hadn't had a conversation with my hairdryer lately. I wondered why. I was still thinking about it while I was drying my hair, and it hit me. Like a ton of bricks. Like a slap in the face.

This should come as no surprise to you, but I was convicted today that recently I let my mouth run ahead of my brain. I made some remarks concerning something that was none of my business and. . .well, I shouldn't have. I should have kept my mouth shut and my opinions to myself. Of course, now I have to go to those people and apologize and attempt to take back the negative vibes I sent out. (At least there were only 2 other people in the room, well 3 if you count Honey. Is it really gossip if you tell it to your husband? Ok, 3 other people in the room.)

What a humbling experience this will be.

Hey! The last time I stayed home from church with a sick kid I learned something about myself that I didn't particularly like. I'm beginning to see a pattern! Is this the key to keeping the kids healthy?