Remember that time I told you about how hard it was juggling all the things in the land? When I was complaining about the stress of life? And when dropping some of the balls was the only way to find some peace?
Well, it’s still crazy hectic up in huurrr, but swimming lessons started at just the right time. The big kids are living it up at the daycare while Porter and I get to know each other. To not have to tell someone to stop jumping off the dog crate or open the 15th capri sun that were only supposed to be for lunch has done wonders for us bounding.
Nursing was suffering big time, but we’re finding our groove. Things are getting better, and it’s amazing what a little bit of quiet can afford you.
To redeem my whiny self, I wanted to write about a few things I’m thankful for. To remind myself on those days when the balls are scattered on the ground instead of up in the air how good this stage of our lives really is.
I’m thankful for a husband who cleans the bathroom. He does a lot of other things, but that’s one I’m especially excited about. He’s funny (mostly), listens to our children (unless it’s whining. We have a zero tolerance policy on that one), plays the latest version of candy crush (insert eye roll), and cooks the perfect steak.
Being able to do life with him is pretty much the best. I gripe when he has to work late and absolutely cannot wrap my mind around why he can’t push his chair up at the table, but I can overlook it mainly because he changes lightbulbs, locks the doors every night before bed, and does all the junk that needs to be done outside.
I am VERY thankful he’s ours.
I’m thankful for a daycare and work place that believes in summer fun, using your imagination, and getting dirty. And for Madi’s and Tata’s who send me pictures when my kids are doing those things.
This is two fold. I’m also thankful they fell asleep as quick as they did after this fun.
There’s something wonderful about watching almost whatever you want whenever you want it. We’re all thankful for both of these services being at our fingertips in our living room.
Margaret Hannah can watch Little Einsteins as long as someone changes the input on the TV for her, Amos can squeal over Mighty Machines any time he’s allowed to pick what they watch, and Hank can find out what it’s like to NOT get to watch Power Rangers and the like when he gets in trouble for high-ya-ing my gardenia bush and his sister. Little eyes see lots. Especially if it has to do with round house kicks and jumping off high crap.
You already know about my love affair with binge watching…
I’m ridiculously thankful for the DockATot. It helps him sleep so well he throws his hands up. I can’t say enough good things about it. If babies are in your life, or will be in the near future, get one. NOW!
I’m thankful for little boys who like Oreos and milk.
And even more thankful for little boys who know how important it is to put down a napkin (or bath cloth, whatever’s handy) in case you spill something.
If this came in IV form, I would see if it were covered by my insurance. I’m thankful for the Mocha, particularly.
Uh… and also for our insurance.
Both, amazing things.
I’m thankful for whoever invented text messaging. Ain’t nobody got time for a phone conversation, especially me.
Especially when it sounds like I’ve got a mild form of Tourettes every time I’m on a call… “Yes, that sounds like a great idea! DO NOT LICK THE FRONT DOOR AGAIN!” “No, we won’t be able to make it that night, how about we shoot for WHERE DID YOU PUT HIS DIAPER??? ok, what were we talking about?”
After you have a baby or spend time in a hospital, you get all kinds of calls from billing departments, and exit survey companies, and insurance people. I always answer them when they call, but when they ask “Is now a good time to talk?” I have to take a break from yelling at a kid to put a chicken back down and tell them that no, it is in fact, not a good time to answer 326 questions about how clean my hospital room was during my stay.
And that leads me to those great girls. Our text threads are years long. Sometimes weeks go by with nothing exchanged, but a random picture of an ugly pair of shoes or a too funny video can put us right back on track with whatever we were talking about.
Erin and Sarah, I love you both tons. You have no idea.
This list is pretty much endless, but I’ll end it on the best note.
I’m unbelievably thankful for my mama. She comes by sometimes to fold the tons of baskets of clothes sitting all over the living room, make stacks of things on my counter (it’s her thing… stacking stuff), and kiss on kids and babies.
Thankful isn’t even a good enough word to describe what I am for her…
I’m not even going to try to find a way to put it down. I’ll just say I sure do love you Lisa Fay.
Tell me 5 things you’re thankful for! I’d love to read what’s making your life so good right now!