These days, life seems to be in a constant go-go-go mode. Evenings are all about getting things ready for the next day, making sure that PK is fed, bathing her, playing with her, potty-training (or trying to) her, and putting her to bed. At the end of the day, we are exhausted. Sometimes we've been so exhausted that we just decide to go to bed early when the day's to-dos are done. And by early I mean 10:30pm (we usually get to bed at midnight). When I do have spare time, it's usually to do stuff like work out, organize photos (story of my life, these days), and fit in the occasional violin practice. I really wish I had more time to do the latter because I sound not so great at violin class. Anyway, life = busy. My mind is often so focused on getting things on getting the to-do list done that I don't really take the time to sit back and enjoy life, and to realize that I shouldn't take all this stuff quite so seriously.
After a hectic, yet successful Thanksgiving weekend, I was reminded of the fact that I have so much for which I am thankful.
First and foremost, I have a wonderful husband, who has been beyond loving and supporting. The last year has been VERY emotionally difficult for me. Motherhood has not come all that naturally to me. It has taken me this past year to really get comfortable with this new role. Fortunately, the hubby has shared in all of the parenting tasks. Had it not been for his help, I don't know how I would've gotten through this year.
Secondly, I have a wonderful little girl, who is loved by her parents and grandparents alike. She is feisty, wonderfully mischievous, delightfully giggly, and super-cute. She sure lets you know when she's not happy, which can be totally hilarious (which of course makes her more mad), and I wouldn't trade that for the world.
I am also thankful for being a working mom. Knowing how crappy the economy is (even though it IS on the road to recovery), I am happy to have a job and to be able to make money again. Being a stay-at-home mom does NOT suit me, and that's okay. I am grateful that I can leave PK at daycare and not have to worry about her, because I know that she is in good hands. And I am grateful that if I am needed, I can be at the daycare in a moment's notice.
And lastly, I am thankful for my parents and sis, who, in their weird, over-bearing, and over-protective way, do love me.