I think I've mentioned that my older sister had a massive stroke a year and a half ago. She has slowly been making progress in her recovery and we're thrilled to pieces to still have her with us on this earth. Just in the last week, she made dinner for her family twice and was able to go to the bathroom by herself. When I think of the things I complain about or get my feathers ruffled about, I try hard to think of her and thank God that I am able to wash dishes, sweep floors, and go potty (even if I still have visitors when I'm in there!). Certainly puts things into perspective for me.
Years ago, I was in a Familia group with ladies from our church. If you haven't heard of it, please look it up. We studied the encyclicals of the popes during a three-year commitment. Anyway, one of the things we'd do every time we met was to set "goals" based on what we'd read that week. One of those times, I remember writing that I would strive to not complain about my husband's shaving "leftovers" in the bathroom sink, because if they weren't in there, it would mean he wasn't in my life. I try really hard to keep up with that promise and not let the little things bother me so much.
What about you?