On Friday, I went to bed too late. Three hours after I went to bed Lboy woke up waaay too early. I was miserable. It the was the “I’m hungover” feeling that I never used to get pre-parenthood but I get all the time now because I’m consistently knocked on my butt tired.
Seriously people, I made two wrong turns while trying to get to my MIL’s house. Yes, the house that I’ve been driving to for the last 4 years. I was at the bakery trying to buy ONE dozen cupcakes & told the girl behind the counter that I needed TWELVE dozen. I had people coming over to my house for a joint bday party for my brother & Todd and the house was messy. Needless to say, I was feeling VERY sorry for myself.
On Saturday, I read in the paper about a family who lost their 14 month old daughter from a heat stroke. My heart broke for them. And then I felt terrible, my life could be so much worse & so much harder. I don’t want to take my blessings for granted. So I started making my grateful list.