Let’s end this holiday on a lighter note…
I am way yonder, seriously, VERY thankful for:
1) My bed. Ya’ll. I really like my bed. O the glory of that bed! We went all out and splurged on the king sized foam top deluxe version. Worth. Every. Penny. (You were right, Nathan.) Life is hard. Beds don’t have to be. Dear bed, I love you and never want to leave you. When the kids are grown, we’ll spend more time together. I promise.
2) Coffee. Really, it’s the only thing I like about the mornings. And quite frankly I find it difficult to be spiritual without it before 9am. If only little elves would make it and bring it to my bedside table before I wake up…
3) Cheap Entertainment. As in the Burger King two blocks away with a play place. It’s loud. It stinks like kid sweat and funky socks. But hey, the children are happy and contained.
4) The DVD player in my minivan. Should we consider travel time family time? Probably. Should I be directing their little eyes to the beauty God created around us? Absolutely. Should we be memorizing scripture and playing fun travel games? Right again. Do I push play to keep those little boogers off my nerves on extended trips? Oh yes.
5) Pacifier clips. Sheer genius. Nuff said.
6) eGift Cards. Because I can remember at 11:45 pm that it’s your birthday and still get a present to your inbox before the day is over. Bam. Take that procrastination.
7) Public school teachers. I considered homeschooling for 45 minutes. I still get cold chills just thinking about that terrifying day. Behavior charts. Organizational folders. Schedules. Not to mention the actual educational part. Thank you thank you thank you teachers for taking my kid 7 hours a day and preparing him to be productive member of society. You are #1 in my book.
8) Cheesecake. With coffee. In a restaurant.
9) Velcro shoes. We just taught my 6 year old how to tie actual laces. Oh the agony. Actually, my husband did most the training on that. Because apparently I’m incapable of teaching my children anything practical for actual life. Thank you, Sketchers for six sweet years of velcro light up shoes before we had to endure the hardship of laces.
10) Athletic pants. Because jeans are so restrictive, don’t you think? Ah the relief of pulling on pants that don’t remind me of my muffin top, big hiney, chunky thighs. Sorry world, you see me in my i don’t care sweats far too often. But oh the glory of not shoving my bottom half into clothes made for Barbie.
*What would you add?
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