This morning I got to go to my mom and dad's house and see my sister.  We had a long and fruitful talk about her daughter and my sister's condition.  It was difficult at times because my Dad would change the subject and rant about his racist views.  I was impressed with my sister's grace and pleased about some indications but in the end got no reassurance that she has softened in her atheist views.  I was disappointed that I could not have a more open conversation with her.

My wife got angry with me because she felt that I did not tell her that I was going there after dropping off my daughter.  I felt that we had discussed it clearly and agreed upon it.

I finally got my truck inspected today, thanks be to God.

Last night I got my paper turned in, thanks be to God.

In the afternoon my wife was very stressed out over our speaking engagement at the treatment center.  My mom was not returning her calls about babysitting.  I had to accept that we would be taking the kids.  I had to let her own her feelings and not let it affect me.  I had to resist reacting when she lashed out at me.

Late in the day she got help from our neighbor.  I had to accept that our kids would stay at their house.

On the way to the engagement my wife could only talk about worldly matters that seemed inconsequential to me. She griped, gossiped, and criticized people.  It got under my skin.  I wished that she were interested in recovery and the spiritual life and that we could talk about these things in preparation for our talk.  I had to resist anger and pray for God to remove it and my expectations.  

My wife spoke first.  She really surprised me.  She told her story very well and carried a great message.  When it was my turn I felt unprepared.  I got off to a good start and comfortably spoke about my experience.  I didn't do that great but I was ok with it.  My prayer to let go of expectations worked really well.  In addition my wife and I felt reconciled.

We had fun on the way home stopping off for a burger and some shopping.

After I got home I finished and turned in my last assignment.
I remembered to practice the act of contrition with my son.

Thanks be to God.