I can't believe I'm halfway through the "52 weeks of grateful" journey already. Amazingly, I haven't thrown the towel in or claimed it "too hard", but there have been weeks I have struggled to write what I am feeling grateful about. This week has been one of those weeks.
I really had no idea what I was going to write about this week. I'm a bit tired and not been in a grateful mode. I like writing about something because it is how I am feeling, not just something that I think "Yeah, that will do".
These past few days I've been feeling exhausted, soar and tired. Both girls have been sick (which I wrote about here), so I've been at home with them most of the week keeping them warm and out of the cold.
"Popette" has been a little stir crazy, and has been following me around the house like a lost sheep. Every few minutes or so she'll ask me for something to eat (a sure sign that she is bored), or asks me to "do something fun" with her. Thank goodness she doesn't know or understand the word bored yet! While I love her to bits, she's been driving me insane!
We've had a rough couple nights with a sick "Cherub". She's been very unsettled at night with her cold, and teeth, so it takes a few attempts to get her to bed...or she just wants to stay up and watch the latest recording of "MasterChef" with Mummy & Daddy.
I'm catching up with a good friend tonight for dinner. It'll be nice as we haven't been out together for a while, or whenever we've caught up we keep getting interrupted by the kids and can't have a proper conversation...or a hot cup of tea!
My friend always jokes about us going to a hotel for the night so we can get some sleep...I honestly don't think it's a bad idea. We are always tired from the kids...but tonight it will just be a few hours away from the house.
Hubby had a boys weekend away last weekend, although he doesn't think of it as that, and constantly reminds me that he doesn't get to go out that much with the boys. Of course, I politely remind him that it's not my fault he doesn't go out...I'm not his social secretary. In any case, he got to spend a night away with his mates (something I still have yet to do), he had some male bonding, talked about blokey stuff, drank alcohol, all with no kids interrupting him for something or wanting a story read to them before bedtime.
I, on the other hand, stayed at home with my little munchikins. I fed them, bathed them and put them to bed. Then afterwards I rewatched "Eat, Pray, Love" on DVD (best quote from the movie "Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You really need to be certain it's what you want before you commit.") and ate some yummy chocolates hubby bought me from Darrell Lea...a present of guilt for leaving me at home with the kidlets.
So this week I am grateful for a night out, were I hope to have a drink or two, have a good time catching up with my friend, and unwind from a long week of being a Mummy.
What are you grateful for?