I didn't do the whole thirty days of thankful thing this year. Life's been a little nutty. I've barely seen my adult kids. My teenager goes through all of the moods and emotions daily. Sometimes twice in the same day.
Our house has been on the market for a couple of weeks now. Had a handful of showings followed by a handful of insultingly ridiculous offers. I mean who seriously thinks someone is going to kick $60,000 off a home that's been on the market four days??? Ludicrous I tell you. But, the longer it stays on the market, the longer I must live in a show ready house. It's a touch difficult to do with a teenager who refuses to understand the function of a hamper or the mechanics of making a bed.
Managed to get smacked in the face with a head cold after Thanksgiving. That's fun. You never know how much mucus the human body can produce until you find yourself constantly expelling heaps of it from your own nose. I sound like a cross between Joanie Mitchell and Minnie Mouse trying to rehearse the songs for Sundays worship set. That oughta be interesting.
My book project, my story, the one I've been anxious and excited to finally own, has been tabled indefinitely. Between the constraints on my time, random house showings, and the other things circling my life, I haven't had the time or mental fortitude to tackle it. I'm trying to give myself grace but some days I snatch it back and berate myself for not being able to manipulate time to my will and want.
Still haven't spoken to my wayward child. It's been almost six months since I've physically laid eyes on him, wrapped my arms around him, heard his voice. Seeing a picture of him having Thanksgiving dinner forty minutes from me, so close, without so much as a text, was a knife to the heart.
Yet, even with the insanity of selling the house, packing our things, wrangling teenage emotions, worrying over wayward children, being sick, and still trying to hold the world together, I can't help but feel blessed. No, I don't need a sanity check. It's long gone. LOL.
I'm blessed to have a beautiful house that will host family this weekend for our combined Thanksgiving Christmas (Thanks Christmas) celebration. This house has seen such joy and I can't help but be happy. I have children who don't avoid me like a dead carcass in the sidewalk. Each one anxious for a mom's hug and fresh baked cookies. And nothing like grand baby snuggles to make me giddy with anticipation. I do work with amazing people, and making their lives easier makes me happy.
Yep. My life is chaos. Organized chaos but definitely chaos. I'm tucked into a holding pattern as we wait to shift into something new. I'm juggling the whirring chain saws life is tossing my way with a smile. Because when I really look at it all, I'm truly blessed beyond measure.
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