There are times in my life when I need to take note of some things I’m thankful for.
This is one of those times.
Because sometimes I need to remind myself things could be worse.
I could be that Duggar mom with 47 kids. I’m not. I only have two kids, so thank god for that.
I could have gluten intolerance and lactose intolerance. Turns out I’m only intolerant of stupid people so things could be worse.
The Big Mac I ate at 3am this morning could’ve given me the shits, but it only turned to a rock in my gut and gave me heartburn, so WIN WIN.
We’ve had almost 70 inches of snow here this year. It’s only February 9th. There’s nothing good about that. I don’t know how this even made my thankful list.
My dog could’ve eaten some of my furniture, my computer charging cord for the second time or irreplaceable items like photos of my grandparents or my father-in-law’s bronzed baby shoes, but luckily she decided, instead, to only eat two boxes of Little Debbie Zebra cakes, two gloves, a wooden back scratcher, two loaves of banana bread, the nose off of a stuffed animal and a canvas tote we use for hauling wood into the house.
And thanks to my kids and dogs I don't have to worry about having nice things to worry about.