Thankful

Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful. Thankful is something you should be all year, but this time of year it is stressed. I have many things to be thankful for.

Even if they are a pain in my ass.


I am thankful for...


Mount Laundry

Not a day goes by where I don't have one pile or another of clothes to wash. But every time I trip over one of those piles or leave a trail of socks behind me as I walk down to the laundry room, I am reminded of how thankful I am we are able to all have clothes on our backs. Or the floor.


Skyscrapers of dishes in the sink

Or on the counter. My daughter and I share the responsibility of washing said dishes. If I'm not complaining about the lasagna that burned to the pan and won't come off, then I'm bribing her to actually wash them at a reasonable hour. No matter how much whining and crying I do over those dishes, I am reminded of thankful I am we are able to fill plates with food each and every night.


Children

Whether they are fighting or laughing, I know that they always have and always will love one another. I can't imagine my life without them. It is truly a miracle that the husband and I let them live this long created such beautiful creatures.



Creaky floors and leaky pipes

It is no secret that I hate this house. So many memories have been made here, but most days, it still doesn't feel like a home. Just a house. But no matter how I feel about this house of ours, I am always thankful that we have a roof over our heads.


Alarm clocks

Not a day goes by when I don't want to chuck them into the wall. Yes I said them. This chic loves her sleep! But since one of those alarms is on my phone, which I also love, I resist the urge to throw things at the butt crack of noon dawn. Instead of throwing, I remind myself that hearing my alarms every morning remind me that I am alive. And I am very thankful for that.


Coffee

Do I really need to explain this one?!


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I am taking the remainder of this week off to enjoy a day of good food, followed by a long day of shopping. I hope everyone out there has a happy turkey day.


May you gobble til you wobble!

Thank you so much

Sunday was supposed to be MY day. Finally

My 25th (not really but we can pretend) birthday was a few weeks ago. My in-laws wanted to take us out for dinner because that's what they do for such occasions. We couldn't go the weekend after my birthday because it was Valentine's weekend. Dinner for 2 that weekend is bad enough. No one wanted to try dinner for 6.

The following weekend the husband was on his death bed sick. I knew my MIL didn't' have anything out for dinner that night since we had potential plans, so it would have been ok for the kids and I to stay home. But we had to go over. I had a shit load of Girl Scout cookies to deliver to her. The last thing I needed was extra cookies in my house that I can't touch!

That left this weekend. Yesterday because I know you're reading this Monday.

I honestly do want to say thank you to my in-laws for taking us out to eat, but I have some other thank you's to dish out as well.


Dear husband - if you know that falling asleep wearing your contacts will cause your eyes to freak out all day, take the damn things out until you actually need them! I appreciate your moans and groans all day. Your company in the car to the restaurant? It couldn't have been any more enjoyable. Thank you so much for putting me in a stellar mood.


Dear waitress - I've worked in customer service before. It's a shitty job so when I hear a waitress bitch about her shitty day, you honestly do have my compassion. When you continue to bitch about your craptastic day, I start to get the desire to punch you. My compassion ends when you start making me feel like I should hurry up so you can go home for the night. Of course I can't hurry up because you failed to bring me a spoon so I could actually eat my delish soup. By the way, I'm known in my family as a really, really slow eater. Joke's on you!

Overhearing your conversation with another waitress while cleaning the table behind us was probably the best part of our meal. I learned that my table was your last for the day. When we went home, you could go home. Having this conversation within my earshot was just a marvelous move on your part. Thank you so much for the lovely belated birthday dinner experience.


My dinner was really, really good and I can't wait to finish the leftovers later, but it's probably a good thing I wasn't in charge of the tip.

As for my husband? Next time I feel like crap, no matter how trivial, I'm turning into a whiny 5 year old.