When i look at the lives of others in our acquaintance, i am again reminded how easy i have it. No debt collectors calling our home. No worries if i find a great fabric on sale and want to buy the whole bolt. No health issues to speak of for me or my family. No marital problems and the kids are doing fine. Working only very part-time so that i can be home with kids over the summer and go to the pool or the archery range or hike on the mountain.
Living on Easy Street.
It's easy to get caught in the slippery slope of complaining about this or the other trivial concern (kids won't get their crap off the counter in the kitchen, i keep tripping over the same socks/gym shoes/boots/books in the kitchen, the workload at work is inequitably distributed) without realizing the incredible bounty of blessings in my life.
In the quiet of an early morning alone, just me, my breakfast and my caffeine, it's good to reflect on how "good i've got it". Sit and watch the hummingbirds outside and wait for the rest of the house to wake up. Life is good.
Now if i can just remember this when i fold go to do laundry and find _still folded clothes_ in the "dirty clothes" baskets from the kids' rooms.... :-S
Still folded clothes in the "dirty clothes" baskets from the kids room? I did the same thing to Ama until she stopped doing my laundry completely. That was a rude awakening! Good luck.
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