Perspective

When I was little there was a story that my mom would read to me about a little boy who was having a very bad day and kept saying he was going back to bed. Thats me today, and for the sake of, well, the world, I  think I should go back to bed.

I got up this morning, worried about sending my first grader out into a world that is scary and dangerous and evil. I was more than just a little irritated at him for having the audacity to cough but not have a fever, therefore making my excuses for a sick day null and void.

My husband didn't kiss me full on the lips as he walked out the door and one of my kids spilled their milk all over the living room floor where the kitchen table, and the fridge for that matter, are currently parked. I got the crock pot out, sick of eating McDonalds double cheese burgers and it was covered in dust from our kitchen remodel project. Speaking of that, I am wondering why we sat down and looked at our calendar and said, hmmm the week we leave for North Carolina for Christmas promises to be hectic, lets do it then!

The ham didn't fit in the crock pot and so the potatoes sticking out turned colors and the lid won't fit on it. My brother mentioned that he doesn't think we'll have enough tile to finish the floor this week, and there will be no way that my washer will be hooked up in time to do laundry before we leave.

I got cut off on the way to school to drop Kyler off and I had a weird conversation with my husband that left we wondering if we were fighting. Back at home the baby screamed for an hour before taking a nap, and the two year old pooped his last clean pair of underwear.

I got an email saying that my five year old needs a gift for a gift exchange in his clasroom tomorrow.

And then I remembered that I have alive and healthy kids that drive me crazy, I have a kitchen that I am fortunate enough to be remodeling. True I don't know if I can stand that Veggie Tales movie AGAIN, but thank God there is someone there who wants to watch it 50 times in a row!

My brother told me to see all of these little things as opportunites to learn how to be more flexible. He is currently trying to fix the world deepest wedgie for that comment!!

And so I am thankful that I have to wipe dust off of the peanut butter everytime we eat. I am thankful we have peanut butter so we can eat even without cooking appliances. I am thankful for friends who graciously invite me to use their washer and dryer. I am thankful for my smart mouthed little brother who is working until his back breaks to get my floor in. I am thankful that my husband and I haven't killed each other and like each other just enough to probably keep us from actually killing each other any time soon. I am thankful for the four sticky little mouths, and the fighting and the 25 excuses for getting out of bed at night and the wet underwear and the clingy baby that wants me to hold him and the dead flies I find in my son's pocket. Ok maybe not the flies.....