Is it Friday yet?

I'm doing gratitude Friday slightly early. I need to.

It's been one of those days. You know what I'm talking about.

The kids are bickering.
The husband lost all sorts of financial aid for the fall.
My 20 minute meeting lasted almost two hours.
Work - just . . . well.
There are mosquitoes in my house and apparently I am very sweet.
The house is an absolute mess and I don't have the desire or energy to clean it.


I'm feeling - tense. Wound up. Cranky.

I need to recenter.

I am:

Grateful for the bickering. Because I have two healthy, growing young boys - who's only worries right now are nitpicking each other.

Grateful for the fact that, although he lost a LOT of financial aid - we still have some. And what we've lost won't hurt too badly. He can still afford to go to school. That's something that too many people can't afford. We are still blessed.

Grateful for the information I learned. The questions I was asked - the thoughts that meeting provoked.

Grateful that I have a job to be annoyed at.

Grateful that it's sweet summertime. Even if that means mosquitoes.

And even grateful for the mess. Grateful we have the toys and games and books and clothes and the children to make that mess. Grateful that we have enough food to eat to create the dishes to wash. Enough clothes to create the laundry to wash. The home to vacuum carpets and mop floors and clean toilets in. We don't have much - but we have so, so much more than so many other people. I am grateful that we have the opportunity to complain about our messes.


:sigh:

That's better.