Aggravation Galore....

I wanted to post something else besides the product review on Monday, but I have been bogged down with all this work that has been thrown on me. And the laughable part is it wasn't even my work to begin with.
This morning, my mother comes into my room all hysterical about her "missing" Eucerin cream. I guess that is her equivalent to my wigs. I give her the evil side eye. Before I proceed. My mom has this propensity to flip out when something is missing. Instead of concentrating on locating the lost item, she instead starts focusing on all the wrong things. She will start saying things like, "You all probably got mad at me and threw it out", "You probably used it all up and just don't want to tell me"...etc. So she is getting ready to go into that diatribe and lo and behold, the cream is in the damn bathroom on the sink in plain view. Mind you, she was in the bathroom looking for it. I walked away flustered and the best part? She gets mad at me for being annoyed. Imma need her to get some counseling.
Sunday at church was interesting. First of all let me start by saying I feel like there is a conspiracy against me in the choir. Maybe I am being paranoid, but I feel some people had hostility toward Rev and now that he is not there, they feel that they are going to project that on me. They got the right one if they want to play that game. I will not hesitate to cuss you out. Nevada called me on Saturday night reminding me to turn in the Ministry report and all that good stuff and I agreed. She told me all that but she "neglected" to inform me that everyone was dressing in specific colors for the next day. Sopranos wear yellow, Altos wear Lavender, and Tenors/Baritones wear Blue. I came to church rocking a straight up white suit(it was 1st Sunday). I wasn't mad because I was clean as hell. Had a new wig on too...shoot. But she knew I was not at 'hersal. Why would she not share that? She shares everything else. I think she's still sore I didn't dress up like a runaway slave the 3rd Sunday in February. Shoot, I was dressed down....my ankles were covered. Then the final nail in the coffin was when Ronald(aka Mr Snaggles) comes up to me and ask, "Are you going to able to come to rehearsal on Tuesday at 6:30pm?" I know you all are saying calm down because anyone else could have asked the same question. First of all, it's the way he said it. He said it in this condescending tone and then who in world is he to ask ANYONE about coming to rehearsal. Hell, he barely comes to church. Hoe sit down.
Right now I am just praying to the good Lord for patience, because that is what I need right now.
This week I have been learning not to take every one's advice. There was this Evangelist that when I started going to Rev's church from time to time, that I befriended. Yessinia* would always go on these tirades that I need to be at Rev's church at all times and ministers cheat because their wives leave them uncovered and so on and so forth. Well I guess she left hers uncovered because his ass turned up at the strip club drinking a beer. Then I come to find out her life has been unraveling under the surface. What I am trying to say is, if she would have focused on her own home instead of what was going down in everyone else's, she would have been able to see some of that handwriting scrawled on the wall. I will keep her in my prayers for the Lord to see her through, and not only that but for Him to convict her heart when it comes to being focused on your own home. Be blessed!

*Not her real name