The irritants of late have been so frustrating. I ask myself why is my family a magnet for things tiny and disgusting? Seriously if there are bugs in heaven, I am not convinced that it is entirely wonderful. Needed to complain without being told not to. To be miserable and have it be unspeakable is just unfair. When is God testing and when is He just outright punishing? I have no answers. Okay I feel better now.