I know, I know. I’m like a broken record. 8 weeks gone, 9 weeks gone, 10 weeks gone, blah, blah, blah. Our goal of being home by Halloween, gone. Home by Veteran’s Day, gone. Thanksgiving, not an option. Christmas? It’ll be close and that’s only if all goes very well. Like, he starts behaving perfectly, yesterday.
(Which did not happen, btw…)
So, I sit here and try to focus on the positive. Thanksgiving is coming. A time for reflection, of spending time with family and giving thanks for the world around us. And yes, there can be positive in all this.
Here’s some things I am thankful for:
I am thankful for 13 weeks without having to wash dishes.
I am thankful for the approx 500 diapers of Rainman’s that I did not have to change.
I am thankful for the 180+ loads of laundry that Hub & Grandma got to wash instead of me.
I am thankful for the toys, games and books that I did not have to yell at the boys to clean up.
I am thankful that I do not have to cook on Thanksgiving.
I am thankful for all the dirt and mud that was tracked through the house that Hub & Grandma got to mop up.
I am thankful that my house is still standing (it is, isn’t it?) and the animals are still alive. ( They are, aren’t they?)
I am thankful that I did not have to watch Barney, Teletubbies or Thomas the Train for the 1,987,476th time.
But mostly, after 13 weeks, I am most thankful for this pudgy smile.