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Count Your Blessings

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I’ve been a little glum for a couple of days.  Partly because I haven’t felt great, and partly because of my impatience for things in my life I’m waiting on to just BE DONE already.

So – Listing my blessings in an attempt to look positively on my life.

  • Poe.  Great husband.  Great father.  Yes, he has his flaws, but he’s a good man.
  • Kids.  They act like kids, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world.
  • Employment.  It’s not what I want to be doing with my life, however, it is serving it’s purpose, and not everyone has that.
  • Life.  I’m alive.
  • Shelter.  I have a roof over my head.
  • Food.  I have enough money to purchase sustenance for my family.
  • Clothing.  My family is clothed against the elements.
  • Pets.  They drive me nuts, but our cats are good animals, who love on us, and love to get loved on in return.
  • Did I catch everything?

Save a Life

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There are various people and organizations I give to on an ongoing basis, as well as as the need comes up. I feel that I’m in a place now where I can give back financially. I don’t usually share that information either. I don’t know. It seems braggy in some way, which giving never should be.

I’ll tell you the next place, however, I’m giving.

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Solitude

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It’s 12:30 in the morning.  I’m sitting in the easy chair, watching HGTV.  Everyone is asleep.

Solitude.

It’s rare in this house.

I want to write.  The process of getting words out in a space.  The restful clicky-clack of the keys as I type.  Emptying of my mind.

The problem is…  I’m in a really good place right now.  We’re more comfortable financially than we’ve been in a long time.  By no means perfect, but I no longer fear overdrafts, which is a huge relief.  I can pay the bills, AND pay towards debt, AND save, and it’s a huge relief.  In addition, we have a plan in place to bring me home.

The kids are going through their various therapies and thriving.  Plans are in place, they’re responding.  I still feel like strangling them daily – but it’s all normal, little boy, brother stuff.

Poe and I are strong in our marriage.

God and I are on good terms at the moment.  I still have ton make my own efforts – to study, spend time in prayer, and depend on Him…  But I’m in a much better place than, say, a year ago.

My mother is as good as she’s going to get.

So…  Even though on the surface I’m a work outside the home, married, mom of special needs kids, helping to take care of aging parents living next door, I’m doing pretty good.

Except for the fact that the inlaws are coming in 2 weeks.

But I have a cure for that too.  I hire house cleaners the day before.  Then…  when fault is found – I know a professional did it and seriously happiness will just never be found. Just the way it is.  I’ve learned to deal.

So – no big angst at the moment.  No big faith issue, marriage issue, kid issue, or money issue.  Do you know how rare that is?

Do you know how grateful I am?

Blahs

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I’m tired and I want to go home.

Not exactly inspirational or inspiring is it?

But true.  oh so true.

This hamster wheel of a life is draining me.  Slowly draining me.  Today, I have no motivation to do anything positive, and I hate that.  Granted, it’s that “time o’ month” so, I’m more lethargic and cranky than usual, but it’s there.

I’m tired of that pregnant man post being at the top, so this is to push it down.  I wasn’t going to write at all, who wants to hear waaaa waaa waaaa all the time?  You get enough of that from your kids.

Ok, I’m done whining.

malaise

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All day today I’ve been pissy.  Well…  Bitchy would be a better term.  Screeching and such.  Every little thing a major annoyance.  Perturbed.  The kind of day where in the span of a half hour you drop everything you touch, you get a couple of papercuts, and then you spill water all over the inside of your truck.

I couldn’t figure out why I didn’t have peace.  I kept praying – because this was awful.  Just awful.  Nothing had happened to warrant this.  Usually some serious things need to go wrong for me to have this kind of attitude.

And then I got real tired.

And then I craved chocolate.

And then the light bulb went on.  Dude, I hate PMS.

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