So, Thanksgiving's almost here and we're sick. Just a cold, but it's at Defcon 2. We're Sicky McSickerson and Hacky McLungBiscuit. Oh, and husband doesn't just have a cold, he's got a Man Cold(watch it in "Today's Link"). I'm actually sicker than he, but I can't complain because he's got a Man Cold!
The most awesome Grandparents in the History of Grandparents, Toasty and Pappa Don, were supposed to spend Turkey Day with us. They cancelled. They're flying out next week to visit my sister and her unbelievably adorably 2-year old, and can't bring the plague with them.
And the upstairs toilet decided to leak through our kitchen ceiling. I just discovered that, despite my request to not use the toilet until Daddy fixes it, my sweet but sometimes forgetful children used it. "But Mom, we didn't FLUSH it!" Right. And that's why the entire upstairs smells like the dark, damp corner of a dirty barn.
Despite these annoyances, we have much for which to give thanks. There's the obvious -- Food, Shelter, Family, Amazing Friends, Dark Chocolate M&Ms... . This year, though, I'm trying to focus on the little things that make my life a lot more enjoyable:
Potter, who doesn't mind when I push him off the bed. Because even though I thoroughly enjoy spooning with my dog(What, you thought Potter was the gardener?), sometimes the bed's just not big enough for a 90 lb Golden Retriever with caustic doggie-flatulence.
Hot glue guns and Q-tips. No, my ears aren't freakishly waxy; my kids spend hours making miraculous structures from these simple tools. It's a hobby born out of desperation. One rainy, whiny day, I tossed an unopened box of cotton swabs on the table and said, "Here. Make something." They called my bluff. Ditto, cardboard and duct tape:
Marshmallows. Sure, they're great in hot chocolate and s'mores, but you can also do THIS with them:
Tomatoes as big as your dog's head, grown organically in your back yard. Planning my garden keeps me sane when winter in Chicago goes bad, usually sometime in February.
I have to stop now; my nose is dripping onto the laptop and Hacky just asked if I could warm up his Honey Lemon Ginseng tea... Lemons! I'm thankful for lemons!
Whatever you're doing this week, I hope you have a wonderful time. If some big things are bringing you down, giving thanks for the little things might help bring you back up.
What's that? The title? Oh, right! Butt Paste! "Boudreaux's Butt Paste" is available at Target and works wonders for my nose area, which is raw from how many times I've wiped it. My NOSE.
Yep, it's real. And it works. On my NOSE.
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