Gratitude
There are many days small things happen and I am often overwhelmed by gratitude in that moment. I decided to begin taking note of what those are:
Mondays...at 1615 my man comes home early to take all three kids to swimming lessons until 1730. It is a little oasis in an otherwise very busy day.
The odd day when I can get back into bed, with electric blanket on, with a good book. And NOT feel guilty.
A long hot bath at 3pm on a cold stormy day.
My kids engaging quietly in various things that dont involve noise or electricity. (ie no computers, games or tv)
A clean kitchen and a supper plan.
A big calendar clearly marking our plans for the month up on a wall. Makes me feel in control as oppose to storing copious details in my brain.
Free space in my day.
Mondays...at 1615 my man comes home early to take all three kids to swimming lessons until 1730. It is a little oasis in an otherwise very busy day.
The odd day when I can get back into bed, with electric blanket on, with a good book. And NOT feel guilty.
A long hot bath at 3pm on a cold stormy day.
My kids engaging quietly in various things that dont involve noise or electricity. (ie no computers, games or tv)
A clean kitchen and a supper plan.
A big calendar clearly marking our plans for the month up on a wall. Makes me feel in control as oppose to storing copious details in my brain.
Free space in my day.
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