Holy God

Worst blogger ever.

Here's the thing that gets me every time.... Blog theme.

I simply cannot count my blessings every day. Some days I want to rip out my eyeballs, and that's okay. So, from now on, this will be about my WHOLE life. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

Best Wednesday ever.

Got up early as usual. Took Butters to daycare, then went to work early (7:15). Counted my money from the day before, and then....

...I LEFT!!!!!

I had taken the day off almost a month ago.

I came home and grabbed Squeaky and we were off for an epic half-birthday celebration!

We hit up Frank's Diner for a tasty pancake breakfast. Then we went to ogle ungodly expensive bikes while we waited to catch the next bus downtown. We went to Starbucks and fed our love of espresso while we waited for the salon to open.

She got a very cute little bob, I just got a trim. The grow out from her last mohawk has been brutal. Then we stopped by grandma's office to show off our fanciness.

We proceeded to the Apple store to play with some gadgets, then went to Auntie's to each get a new book. We walked around a bit and window shopped. Then we went and bought our tickets for Gnomeo and Juliet.

We stocked up on popcorn and soda, and enjoyed every minute of our movie. I highly recommend it for kids and grownups alike!

Then we went and got Butters early and came home to play and settle into our evening.

It was such a great day, and so fun to just get out with Squeaky and enjoy being together, just the 2 of us.

<3

I feel positive today

I'm not entirely sure why I'm radiating this nauseating glow of harmony, but I like it.

I like to come home after a long and busy day and not feel emotionally wiped out. I hate to say it, but most days I do.

Not today. I picked up Butters from daycare, and we traveled home with zeal. We talked about trucks and cars and ducks and rocks. We marched and tap danced home from our bus stop, counted every stair up to our door, and enjoyed a few crackers.

I talked to my mom for a good long while about work, and bills, and tonsillectomy recovery periods.

Then my Squeaky came home. I teased her, we laughed, she told me about her day.

I made dinner, we laughed at Butters valiantly trying to count his noodles.

We hung out and relaxed.

We even giggled a bit...

...and now my house is quiet. Two contentedly sleeping kids, and a mommy, about to join their ranks.

Saturday

I spent the better part of Saturday trying really hard not to die. I'm pretty sure we (Butters and I) had salmonella from a slightly undercooked frozen lasagna.

Fuh-king-A. Horrible. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.... Okay, maybe a few people, but not many.

On the bright side, it was fairly short-lived. I was almost up to par the next day, and I think I'll be back to golden by tomorrow.

The other bright spot was Squeaky. Making me toast, pushing fluids, feeding Butters dinner (thank ggoodness for leftovers), rubbing my aching back. What a blessing, that one.

Yup, she's a keeper.

Quite the day....

I am mentally exhausted.

The day blew up in my face like a fireball by 8:00. It was one thing after another at work, and crazy busy on top of it.

But I read my book at lunch, that was nice.

Butters told me he had a firetruck in his tummy, and that his noodles disappeared into his mouth and tongue.

I played SkipBo with the Squeaky. That was good too.

...and now I'm going to go snuggle in my bed, and be thankful its Friday eve.

A few thoughts before bed....

I'd rather be rich in integrity than money. I never want to lose the respect of someone because I won't admit my mistakes.

Butters looks hilarious in the Strawberry Shortcake night gown he demanded to wear to bed.

Squeaky complains of insomnia. This concerns me.

I made someone feel valued today.

I talked to my dad today in Pakistan. I miss him. A lot....

I need to clean out my fridge.

I wish I had more time to read. Butters' books don't count!

I wish I could speak Spanish, and Arabic, and Burmese, and Chin, and and and....

I had Sonic at lunch, and good conversation.

I'm glad for today, frustrations aside.

Grateful

What am I grateful for today?

Butters and Squeaky, of course....
Being on the upside of this cold.
Last night's somewhat quality sleep.
My morning latte.
A good chinook wink.
Marsha's singing.
Cheryl.
Laughing so hard I almost wet my pants.
Iced tea.
Food on my table.
Another great rolling laugh.
Bedtime.
A warm home.

Let this sinner count her many blessings every day.

This is my heaven....

These loud ass kids, the overly conversational cat, my teeny apartment, my chaotic job....

I love it. Every goddamned minute of it. Maybe not when some minutes are happening, but I can generally look back and recognize their necessity.

I fully understand that a majority of the human race has no interest in the day-to-day doldrums of this life. I'm okay with that. But hey, someone may find me interesting. I want to remember this all...every second.