I guess I'm just on a spiritual rampage when it comes to blogging lately. ;) But today I am thinking about blessings. So many times in life, it is so easy to see what is WRONG with our lives. And it's always brings a nice and refreshing smile to my face and heart to get a little perspective in those situations. So here goes...
I really don't like my car. It's ENTIRELY too small, only has two doors, and is 10 years old this year. I have wanted another for.ever. But it gets my daughter and I where we need to go safely. It takes me to school to get an education and to work to make money. And on top of that, the AC works great (a blessing straight from God in the Texas summer) and the mileage, as well as the mpg it gets is great.
I get chronic headaches every time I get ready to begin a new semester of school. In fact, they don't go away once the semester progresses, and they actually get worse. It is S.T.R.EEEEEEE.SFULL trying to go to school full time (and commute an hour) while being expected to pick up and drop off and take care of a 2 year old every day of the week (and earn the $200/week it takes to pay daycare). Add to that that I have a husband who works nights half the time and isn't usually home before 7 even when he doesn't work nights, and I feel like a single mom half the time. But you know what? I'm not a single mom. And I LOVE getting an edcuation. I love learning about what I want to do with my life. I love working with and teaching children and that's why I keep going back every semester. :)
I hate having a messy house. I am too tired at the end of the day to pick up all of the little toys that litter my floor, not to mention the clothes/blankets/bibs/toothbrushes/books/sippy cups/food and God knows what else my daughter has managed to drag out during the day. But if those things did not clutter the floor that I so long to be sparkly and debri-free, I would not have a vivacious toddler that is blessed with an able body that can pull all of those things out. I would not have a 2 year old who drags out blankets to give to mommy when she is tired or the cats or the baby dolls or who ever else might need them at that time. I would not have a beautiful girl who loves to read and insists on spreading books about all day. If all of those things did not have to be cleaned up, I would not have the active and amazing little girl that I do. And I thank GOD that I am allowed a perfectly healthy and perfectly wonderful angel who finds joy and play in literally everything in life. That's why my floors/house are a mess. Because she has spent the day playing and enjoying so many different things. She has spent the day in her own blissful, 2 year old world. And I would not trade that for all the clean houses on earth.
I also often question why on earth I decided to share a home with my parents after my brother passed away. They drive me crazy. We are polar opposites when it comes to housekeeping. I don't even like to leave my daughter with my mom most of the time. Why, oh why, I wonder, don't we just go and get our own place where we can live our own lives as a family? But then I remember that they save my sanity. Like when Abbie wakes up 3 hours early and completely surprises her exhausted mother. And grandmommy is already up... and entertains Abbie while mommy gets that much needed hour of sleep on the couch. Or when she feeds Abbie a snack so that mommy can fill out some online job applications that seem like they would be PERFECT for her. Or entertains her when mommy has to do all of the many little things that she just cannot do with Abbie on her hip/leg. It's those moments that save my sanity, and I remember why we made this decision to share a home with them at this point in our lives.
I've only got one more, but it's a biggie. I'll let you in on a little pet peeve of mine. Oh, it annoys the bajeezers outta me! Without fail, I remove an empty toilet paper roll from the little holder it sits on about 9 times a week. And most of the time, I replace it with the new roll that has already been pulled out and placed on top of the empty roll or on top of the commode. I have become utterly convinced that my husband does not know how to work the toilet paper holder thingy. I've just accepted it as fact, despite the fact that I want to throw it at his head half the time. But you know, if I didn't have to replace that toilet paper so many times and if I didn't have to roll my eyes about it (and SO many other things) every day of every week, I wouldn't be married to the man of my dreams. I wouldn't have an amazing husband who has more love and thoughtfullness than I could ever dream of having. I wouldn't have a partner who completes me so perfectly because he is everything I am not. I would not have a man who loves my daughter more than anything in the world, and who is the best father she could ever hope for. If I did not have to change those toilet paper rolls, pick up dirty clothes from the floor, haul out his world's largest collection of Dr. Pepper cans that he leaves lying around the house to the recycling all the time, I would not have the most incredible man to spend my life with. I would not have someone to share with, grieve with, and most importantly- laugh and love with.
So that's how I'm counting my blessings today. I know I've rambled again, but hopefully it's been a good ramble. ;)
Melissa
I really don't like my car. It's ENTIRELY too small, only has two doors, and is 10 years old this year. I have wanted another for.ever. But it gets my daughter and I where we need to go safely. It takes me to school to get an education and to work to make money. And on top of that, the AC works great (a blessing straight from God in the Texas summer) and the mileage, as well as the mpg it gets is great.
I get chronic headaches every time I get ready to begin a new semester of school. In fact, they don't go away once the semester progresses, and they actually get worse. It is S.T.R.EEEEEEE.SFULL trying to go to school full time (and commute an hour) while being expected to pick up and drop off and take care of a 2 year old every day of the week (and earn the $200/week it takes to pay daycare). Add to that that I have a husband who works nights half the time and isn't usually home before 7 even when he doesn't work nights, and I feel like a single mom half the time. But you know what? I'm not a single mom. And I LOVE getting an edcuation. I love learning about what I want to do with my life. I love working with and teaching children and that's why I keep going back every semester. :)
I hate having a messy house. I am too tired at the end of the day to pick up all of the little toys that litter my floor, not to mention the clothes/blankets/bibs/toothbrushes/books/sippy cups/food and God knows what else my daughter has managed to drag out during the day. But if those things did not clutter the floor that I so long to be sparkly and debri-free, I would not have a vivacious toddler that is blessed with an able body that can pull all of those things out. I would not have a 2 year old who drags out blankets to give to mommy when she is tired or the cats or the baby dolls or who ever else might need them at that time. I would not have a beautiful girl who loves to read and insists on spreading books about all day. If all of those things did not have to be cleaned up, I would not have the active and amazing little girl that I do. And I thank GOD that I am allowed a perfectly healthy and perfectly wonderful angel who finds joy and play in literally everything in life. That's why my floors/house are a mess. Because she has spent the day playing and enjoying so many different things. She has spent the day in her own blissful, 2 year old world. And I would not trade that for all the clean houses on earth.
I also often question why on earth I decided to share a home with my parents after my brother passed away. They drive me crazy. We are polar opposites when it comes to housekeeping. I don't even like to leave my daughter with my mom most of the time. Why, oh why, I wonder, don't we just go and get our own place where we can live our own lives as a family? But then I remember that they save my sanity. Like when Abbie wakes up 3 hours early and completely surprises her exhausted mother. And grandmommy is already up... and entertains Abbie while mommy gets that much needed hour of sleep on the couch. Or when she feeds Abbie a snack so that mommy can fill out some online job applications that seem like they would be PERFECT for her. Or entertains her when mommy has to do all of the many little things that she just cannot do with Abbie on her hip/leg. It's those moments that save my sanity, and I remember why we made this decision to share a home with them at this point in our lives.
I've only got one more, but it's a biggie. I'll let you in on a little pet peeve of mine. Oh, it annoys the bajeezers outta me! Without fail, I remove an empty toilet paper roll from the little holder it sits on about 9 times a week. And most of the time, I replace it with the new roll that has already been pulled out and placed on top of the empty roll or on top of the commode. I have become utterly convinced that my husband does not know how to work the toilet paper holder thingy. I've just accepted it as fact, despite the fact that I want to throw it at his head half the time. But you know, if I didn't have to replace that toilet paper so many times and if I didn't have to roll my eyes about it (and SO many other things) every day of every week, I wouldn't be married to the man of my dreams. I wouldn't have an amazing husband who has more love and thoughtfullness than I could ever dream of having. I wouldn't have a partner who completes me so perfectly because he is everything I am not. I would not have a man who loves my daughter more than anything in the world, and who is the best father she could ever hope for. If I did not have to change those toilet paper rolls, pick up dirty clothes from the floor, haul out his world's largest collection of Dr. Pepper cans that he leaves lying around the house to the recycling all the time, I would not have the most incredible man to spend my life with. I would not have someone to share with, grieve with, and most importantly- laugh and love with.
So that's how I'm counting my blessings today. I know I've rambled again, but hopefully it's been a good ramble. ;)
Melissa
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