Friday, October 24, 2008

Why I Love My Life

I was peeling potatoes last night and I thought to myself that I am really happy with my life. I don't live in a mansion, we drive older cars, we don't shop at the GAP or anything close to it. We eat on a little budget, we don't go on great trips, but we are happy and healthy. Our kids are so good they know we love them- trying to do their best only to get a little "good job." They aren't selfish; most of the time they are trying to help others focusing on others needs. They are polite feeling proud of themselves when they use their pleases and thank yous on the lunch ladies, that are pretty crabby I hear. Steve and I have a good marriage that we work on every day trying to do our part so that the other person will have an easier time. We have electricity, running water, an inside bathroom, a dishwasher, warm beds, and a washer and dryer in the "Dungeon" which is our basement. We live in an old farm house so it's more of a dungeon than a basement. We sing "dum- dum- da- dum, dum- dum- da- dum, over and over down the stairs put in the laundry and then do the spider dance, which consists of us rolling our hips around singing "Let's do the spider dance Ahh! Ahh! then repeated. We switch back to the other song as we head up the stairs. Oddly enough my husband hates going down there even more than me. I don't think it's as bad as I thought it would be. The only thing I am worried about are the spiders, I have a phobia of them. My husband likes his job so he is happy now, which he has not been for years. I didn't realize how much that affected our family. People always talk about if the mom isn't happy then she sets the mood. So I guess what I am saying is I am greatful for the life I have, it's a good one.

Lazy Days

It's October the leaves are falling, the colors are changing, and the weather is brisk which all makes me want to lay in bed, close my eyes, and feel my body sink into the permanent indentation that years of enjoying this comfort has caused. Since it's cold out and the room is dark, nap time is so much more enjoyable. My four year old finds what ever way she can to keep my quiet time not so quiet. She needs something, she's hungry, she wants to be with me. All the while I am running out of time, because the baby one year old is going to wake up soon. She makes noise I swear on purpose so that he will wake up and then I will get up to serve her every need. My older three kids come home a few hours after this and they save me, they play with her and the baby. When I say they save me I mean I get to hurry and go to the bathroom sometimes even by myself.