On Tuesday night as I was making school lunches, my thoughts drifted to what I could possibly write about here. Do you ever do that? Think about what you should write on your site? I mean, sometimes posts just write themselves because you’ve had fun on a wine tour or you’ve re-launched your photo site but sometimes you know you need to sit down and write because if you don’t then you’ll forget things that happened or feel frustrated because you need to get something out or you’ll get out of the habit and not know how to start again.
All I could think about on Tuesday night was, “same old, same old”. We’re busy. We’re stressed out. We’re trying to figure out how to balance work and kids and hobbies and life. Tuesday night also saw me sitting on the floor of our laundry room and crying at 10 pm but that’s what happens when you feel like you’re spinning in circles and not getting anything accomplished. I mean, I do get things accomplished and cross them off my list but then it seems like five more things take their place and we’re not even talking about things like laundry and cleaning the bathrooms and GAH. How do families with both parents working outside of the home do it without crumbling to pieces?
We had a great talk after my mini-meltdown and have some concrete plans (and tentative dreams) to get us through the next few months. I still woke up on Wednesday morning dreading the rest of the week because, HI. The List had not disappeared overnight. Funny, that.
I dragged myself out of bed at 6 a.m., managed to pull myself together and grab some food and coffee and get myself to the office by 7 (a.m.)(I move fast). At 7:45, my cell phone rang. Matthew called to tell me that Emily had woken up with an upset stomach and couldn’t stop crying. He had meetings all day and (I like to be home when my kids are sick, and) so I hopped in the truck and came back home. I spent about an hour rubbing her back while she laid on the couch and then she told me she felt better. We still laid low for the rest of the day but she was no longer crying and her appetite returned and she was back to her chatty, happy self.
The down time was good for me as well. I managed to get a few things done around here that would normally be done after the kids are in bed and apart from that I was able to just sit. I was able to see that we really are fortunate to be so busy; many people who want jobs don’t have jobs and while we have our share of stress, financial stress is not one we’ve had to deal with.
This coming Monday is Canadian Thanksgiving (it’s also Columbus Day in the States, but none of my American friends seem to know what the holiday is about. Maybe just an excuse for a long weekend?). How better to take the focus off of me and my (first world) problems than to list what I’m thankful for? Here goes:
I’m married to a man who is not perfect, no, but who is a perfect match for me. He supports our family spiritually, emotionally, physically, financially and all of the other -ially words you can think of.
We have the three most beautiful children on the planet. I’d say, “Three of the most beautiful children on the planet” but I would be lying. My children are at the top of the heap. I’m sure you believe the same about yours. We shall agree to disagree.
We both have employment. Hooray!
We have a lovely home, on an acreage, that backs onto Crown land. A beautiful creek is a mere five-minute walk away. A magnificent lake is but a ten minute drive away. We live in the Promise Land, indeed.
We live in a country that, for $108 per month, we can go to the doctor for any and every reason. Croup, flu, sprained ankles, miscarriage, child birth. Canada RULES.
I can take all three of my kids to the grocery store and not only do they not tear the store apart, I have random little old ladies telling me how great my kids are. (The constant riding them to “BE NICE” and “HAVE GOOD MANNERS” and “IF YOU DON’T LISTEN I WILL THROW YOUR TOYS IN A FIRE” might have something to do with that.
I have the coolest friends ever. Including those of you reading. I’m not blowing smoke up your butt, especially because that visual is making me not thankful.
We have not been impacted by tragedy of any sort. No cancer, no death, no horrible misfortunes. Stating that may cause Murphy and his Law to come into effect, but whatever. I’m thankful.
How about you, friends? I haven’t asked you a question in a while and I’d love to hear your thoughts. What are you thankful for?