finding time to be grateful
Stressssful.
My plate was (and still is) full. I feel as if I can’t add one more iota of caring to it.
I find myself getting wrapped up in that feeling and (can we be honest) it makes me a short-tempered. Yet, I truthfully have much to be thankful for:
1. For a husband who is on the mend.
2. For amazing sisters-in-laws, who thought to look out for me.
3. For amazing, giving parents, who jumped in with no questions asked and made things easier for the husband and I. And who disinfected my whole house – not once but twice – to make it safe for the husband to come home. And who watched my dogs while I was away and spent hours with them, knowing how much I needed for them to be okay.
4. For having my husband at home. Finally.
5. For an understanding boss, who let me take whatever time I needed and hardly ever nagged about a major grant due less than a week away.
6. For a loving family who cared and who was there.
7. For a sister-in-law who filled the fridge with food that the husband could eat.
8. For a step-son and brother-in-law who helped husband up those damn stairs.
9. For workman’s comp, who will be paying for this huge mess.
10. for my husband – who held me when I freaked out and who is here to hold me at night.
I don’t know if my plate will get less full by remembering those things – I hope so. I hope it will make my plate a little bit bigger because I don’t like myself like this. I like myself much better when I find room to care about others, when I make room to put myself in other people’s shoes.
I like myself better when I can see beyond my own small circle.

