Cultivating gratitude

"This is nothing compared to the twig incident of 93!" -A Bug's Life

I know God must look at my "incidents" much like this. This past Saturday the bread wouldn't rise, I started at 7 am and didn't have bread till 2 or 3. At one point I "kneaded" it by banging it on the counter, which seemed to help both the bread and me quite a bit. I bit myself eating two times, or maybe it was three. Baked the scones at 200 not realizing the recipe was in Celsius! (The whole time I was thinking, 'this is so weird, I don't think I ever baked anything so low!'), the sheet cake turned out majorly lop-sided, because the oven isn't level (it was baking day at my house in case you haven't caught on). I had a sinus head cold. AND I slipped down the stairs and landed on my back.
It's days like this where little things go wrong again and again and people ask me all sort of questions, and need me to do this and that, and be there on time, that the twig snaps for me, and I completely loose my temper. It's a character problem. I'm working on it, praying about it all the time, training myself to be better than my instincts. I want to be better than this for my kids. I did a lot better this weekend than I would have months ago.
For this I'm thankful.
And For twig days, that give me the opportunity to grow and do better, I am thankful.

"And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling. But He was in the stern, asleep on a pillow. And they awoke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?” Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. But He said to them, “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?”