Several days this week I thought: must LIVE amity... but how?
Part of the definition is friendly and cordial- but I'm southern, so we pretty much do that automatically.
Say hi to the guys in line at the methadone clinic on Main Street: check.
Talk to the other parents are drop off: check.
Make small talk with the neighbor: check.
It's the peaceful part of amity that I found difficult.
It's difficult to be the peacemaker in your own home.
Maybe that's because what causes a lack of peace (chaos?) is when everyone wants their own way.
Let's face it, it's difficult to stop wanting your own way.
I kept up with the reading with the kids this week, but not just at bedtime. When they started fussing around (honestly, because we were all busy working on our own things), I closed the laptop and sat down and read with them. It helped.
I also cleaned the house MUCH more than I normally do, because I wanted to give my husband a sense of peace in our house. (He's the usual cleaner, so he was doubly appreciative).
Finally, you should know that as I type this I can hear one sound: the wailing and growling of our dissatisfied cat Findus.
We should have gotten him neutered months ago. He's an inside cat, so we put it off. We didn't make time for him to go to the vet, which really isn't fair.
He's been wailing all day, every day for weeks, and marking territory inside the house (which makes me crazy). He has an appointment in July for the surgery, through a low cost mobile neutering service (read: $70 versus the $270 our vet wants).
So, yesterday I thought: our house cannot be peaceful with a sexually dissatisfied cat in it!
Yesterday I got back online. I looked at the SPCA site and found all neutering clinics within 50 miles. I started calling them.
I found him an appointment for TODAY. That's right. TODAY, my 37th BIRTHDAY.
I am the peacemaker.
I will drive an hour in the morning and an hour at night to get the cat to the clinic and deliver peace to my family.