Gratitude Monday, Once Again
I’ll be honest with you, this no-TV-thing with the kids is TOUGH. It would be so much easier to let them watch. Two words: Bored Boys.
The older is doing great – he’s spending spare time building, creating and innovating. We’ve still got some negativity to work out, but progress is being made.
The younger, well, he’s not handling the new regime so well. We’ve seen an up-tick in tantrumming (I just made that word up, but it suits, I think). A stratospheric up-tick. He was even mean to his beloved babysitter, Kayla. We got home last night from just a couple of hours away on a date.
She heard the door and stumbled, dejectedly, into the kitchen.
I’m sorry, she said. I gave up. I admit it. He knows I’ve got nothing on him.
What the little gremlin, who was hopping merrily in and out of bed well past his bedtime, forgot is that while the babysitter may have nothing on him, we sure do, and eventually, mom and dad do come home and the piper always gets paid, little buddy. Oh yes.
All that is to say is this. Gratitude is a habit, a discipline that must be cultivated. I’m finding that I’m just as guilty as they are, finding only the fault and flaw and not the silver lining.
So, back to my old tricks: Gratitude Monday. An exercise is gratefulness on my least favorite day of the week.
Despite waking up in the middle of the night with a migraine, the meds eventually worked and I was able to enjoy a cup of coffee out here (after sleeping in till almost 11am. Oh, the luxury!)
I’m grateful the stupid migraine didn’t ruin my Sunday.
I’m grateful for our beautiful and temperate weather.
For a date night Saturday night.
For a dinner that was as close and as easy as the garden behind our bedroom – cucumbers, basil, parsley, tomatoes and a whole grain medley and feta from my good ol’ buddy Trader Joe. Olive oil, lemon juice – is there anything better? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I think basil is one of God’s greatest gifts to the world.
Happy Monday, friends. What are you grateful for on this summer day?