Let me start by saying that I feel anything but thankful right now. I feel wiped out, beaten down, and in need of a massage, a week’s vacation, a tub full of Calgon bubbles, and a live-in maid.
Yes, it has been one of those days. The evening really capped it, with virulent diaper rash and a vomiting episode in the highchair. Alas, my backup (otherwise known as my husband) had a late meeting, so I was on my own. That’s normally not a problem, but having to transfer one puke-covered toddler to the bath while trying to keep his older brother out of the mess is, all experts will agree, a job best handled by two.
But they are both in bed now, hopefully sleeping, and I am sitting here thinking that a bit of gratitude is probably just what I need right about now.
So without further ado:
1. I am thankful for my sons. Yes, I know, I shouldn’t have to make a point of saying this. In fact, I am grateful for their presence in my lives on a pretty constant basis. But I’m only human, so there are lapses — like tonight, after the Big Hurl, when I had a moment’s wistful longing for the life I used to have, one that did not involve trying to peel the cover off of the highchair without getting vomit all over my clothing. But, thankfully, that feeling is not the norm. In truth, I have no idea what I did to deserve these two amazing little creatures. I’m phenomenally lucky to be their mommy.
2. I’m thankful that the highchair cover is machine washable. (Very, VERY thankful.)
3. I’m grateful that Wednesday is a holiday. (Huzzah!). Even though a mid-week holiday feels odd, I won’t sneeze at it. And yes, I will be spending a large part of that day plowing through stacks of grading, but you know what? I don’t have to set the alarm that day. That makes it all worth it.
Big sigh. Nice cup of tea. The evening is good again.
Gratitude always helps, doesn’t it?