November 12, 2015

Giving Thanks

The beginning of November heralds the start of the daily "I'm grateful" posts on social media. (It's also the beginning of the crazy NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) chaos and the people who drive themselves nuts trying to reach their target word count. But that's another story.)

I'm going to jump on the bandwagon because I truly feel blessed. I'm at a point in my life where (most) everything seems to be going my way and I wake up every morning with gratitude in my heart.

I'm grateful for early mornings and Mondays.


You may think I'm being sarcastic, but I'm not. Most people look dread Monday with their whole being. Back to the grindstone and all that jazz. And getting up before six will send them into a tizzy.

For me, Mondays are my writing days. I purposefully don't schedule anything during the day so I can focus on what makes me most happy. I normally get 1-2 chapters written/revised, my blog post composed, and critique submissions from my writers group done. I can also make bread, catch up on laundry, and get my kitchen presentable again.

I also adore waking up early. And by early, I mean 4:30 or 5:00. Yes, that's in the morning and it is possible. Before the sun rises. And before my sons rise. (See what I did there? So punny...) Most mornings, I can get anywhere from 1000-1300 words written before my husband wakes up at six. 

The days I write, I feel accomplished, successful. When I don't get my coveted writing time, heaven help us. Or rather, heaven help the soul who interrupted it. I get CRANKY.

Side note - my husband is now grateful for early mornings and Mondays, too. Happy wife = happy life.

I'm grateful for fuzzy socks and electric blankets.

I can go all day wearing socks and still have ice toes when I take my socks off. My husband no longer questions how it's possible. He just adds it to the list of things he claims makes me a witch. "I'm not a witch, I'm your wife!" (Serious bonus points if you got that reference. Twice as many if you laughed.)

Fuzzy socks, while they don't completely negate the ice toe effect, most definitely help. And dang, do they feel good! I love slipping them on. So fuzzy...sigh...

But the best part of the day is slipping into my bed after my electric blanket has been on for a while. Toasty, warm, and so luxurious. I melt into it.

If you can't tell, I don't like being cold. But I like fall and winter. It's an odd combination, I know.

I'm grateful for warranties and insurance.

My 6yo son has had these glasses for a month now. He's actually been very careful with them - putting them in their case every night, not placing them lens-down on surfaces, etc. 

This was his dad. Oh, yes. Handyman Husband decided to wrestle with his boys - something I don't generally discourage. They were having a blast! Until something snapped.

After I got done lecturing the perpetrator (darn husband), I took the glasses to our optometrist, who sent them off for replacement at no cost to us. I love no-questions-asked warranties.

I also love how our health insurance covers our eye exams in the first place. And provides a health savings account so we always have a way to cover our medical expenses. Frees up our money for things like cleaning supplies.

Speaking of which...

I'm grateful for Magic Erasers.

My 4yo is more mischievous and troublemaking than his two older brothers combined. And that's on a good day.

This week, my child got hold of a permanent marker and decided my eight-month-old house would make the perfect canvas. Kitchen, family room, mud room, entry, and bathroom. At least, that's what I've found so far. Walls, counter, blocks and other toys, and a bench. Again, that's just what I've found so far.

I did find the marker. I haven't found the lid, though.

The only thing my Magic Eraser hasn't been able to clean is the outlet cover in the mud room. Everything else cleaned up wonderfully. I seriously need to buy stock in the company.

I'm grateful for bedtime.

Both theirs and mine. Do I even need to elaborate?

I'm grateful for dreams and dragons.

My dreams and dragons have shaped me into who I am. I happen to love what I'm becoming, so I'm grateful for all the experiences I've had to get me here. Even the not-so-pleasant ones.

I won't go into detail here since you hear about this stuff every week.

By the way, how do you like my new business cards? Aren't they gorgeous?!

I'm grateful for friends and family.

My three crazy, awesome, creative, energy-sucking, lovable boys.
They make life worth living. Even on the bad days. Because people you love make even the small things that much better. Enough said.

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