Okay, so obviously I'm in a writing mode today. My husband has been at work all day, I'm a little bored with my tv options (or not in the mood, can't decide which), and I got my kitchen cleaned. Maybe it's my nerves that need an outlet, since searching the internet for what a comprehensive metabolic panel tells us makes me completely nervous for what is to come. The good and bad of having internet these days.
I was reading one of my grandmother's journals last night. It was one of those that asked a bunch of questions, and she answered accordingly. Some of it was about what birthday or Christmas present she remembered most, or what she most liked doing growing up. For Christmas, she got an orange and some candy. She doesn't remember getting presents very often, except maybe from an extended family member from time to time. Their house burned down when she was young, so they didn't have much from what I gather after that. Her favorite thing to do was play outside games. And she did lots and lots of chores. Reading all of this it made me realize how much we have, how ungrateful my kids are, and how much more I could ask of them. I stressed all Christmas about getting them presents, and really, couldn't it still have looked as simple as Grandma's? It's not the 1930's, but she is one of the most gracious and content people I know.
So tonight, my kiddos had to do some work. They cleaned up ALL their toys so I could vacuum, they got their baths, they took their pjs and clothes to the laundry room, their blankets to their room, and picked out their books to read. And afterwards, I realized I had kids with better attitudes, and my house was clean!
Trying to remember the blessings of simple things.
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