My alarm went off at 4 a.m. as usual. I got up to find my dog puked up my missing ear plugs. This is not the first time......
I went to put the turkey in the oven before work and my family can take it out when it's done. While I was puttering around the kitchen I discovered a mostly empty fifth of whiskey in my freezer. Right there in front of me. This is the same bottle I found the other day in the closet. I had asked my husband very kindly if he would mind not having alcohol in our home because I am still tempted. He agreed. He rarely drinks so I was surprised he had it at all. So he said he got it out of the closet. I assumed he got rid of it but no, it was in the freezer. I poured it down the sink. I know that Bill W. kept a bottle in his house to remind him he could resist temptation or some such, but that's not where my head is at. I feel that I need my home to be a safe place. I don't want it around here. Especially with 3 teenagers in the house. None of us needs that temptation.
So far I'm not feeling peace or joy or serenity or positivity. Sooooooo I'm going to go do my reading and meditation and ask God to adjust my bad attitutde.