Yay for Labor Day

I fully expected to be posting about my "laborless" Labor Day. I rather assumed this "day off" would land me precisely where I seem to wind up on my downtimes...the sofa. However, after a relaxing Saturday (which was still productive) and a very lazy Sunday, I awoke on Monday with a renewed sense of vigor. I marched into the kitchen and promptly made out my grocery list for the baking spree that ensued. While I showered, hubby was kind enough to run to the store and get all the necessary accoutrements. When he came back I immediately began creating various baked goods that tickled my fancy. Cookies. Bars. Jello desserts. Breakfast for Tuesday. I even found time to do the laundry and some mending. Hubby waxed a car. I sat in the garage and chatted with him for a little while. It was just a terribly pleasant day. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

I suppose it would only make sense that when one soaks up so much good stuff, there is bound to be a turn of events. I should have known that something would go wrong this morning. I know I write about crabby clients frequently. However, I had one that beat them all this morning. So I had a choice - one of two things:

1. I could run and hid in the corner and cry - because that is what I do when people yell at me.

2. I could ignore their nastiness and be sweet and kind to them - something they certainly didn't deserve.

Amazingly, I chose option 2. I was sweet - disgustingly so. I was kind - patient beyond comprehension. I ignored their nastiness - even when they berated me under their breath and I heard them. I did nothing to deserve that treatment. They did nothing to deserve the treatment they got. And it made me wonder. When we get to heaven, will we be treated to a video replay of every single time we treated someone badly? Will our eyes be opened to all those times we hurt someone else? Its easy for me to say I hope so and that my nasty clients can see how awfully they treated us. And then again, I don't know that I want to see the video of my nastiness.

At any rate, the weekend was good enough to outweigh the icky experience this morning. I can't imagine going through life being so unhappy with other people. I can't imagine treating someone the way they treated me this morning. I can't imagine ever being able to justify an attitude such as theirs. I almost feel sorry for them.