Post-Thanksgiving Post

Since my last post was all potty-talk, I decided to post a listing of my blessings. This is by no means a complete list.

On Sunday mornings, I am thankful for my church. My entire family is accepted and loved and we are constantly met with grace. I am also thankful for the lifelong tradition of Sunday naps. We take the day of rest seriously around here and usually stay home and spend time together after church.

On Mondays I am thankful for my husband, who goes to work so I don't have to. When I was teaching, Monday was a day of anxiety for me, but now I enjoy it. Monday is the day of catching up for us. On Mondays I am thankful for a working washer and dryer.

On Monday nights, I am thankful for my prayer group. They accept me as I am and have helped me out in countless ways countless times. I am grateful that I can tell them that I've had a poopy week, haven't done any Bible study, have yelled at my kids, and they love me all the same.

On Tuesday mornings, I am thankful for Ms. Carol's music class. Ms. Carol takes rules and procedures seriously and I am grateful for that. She insists on the children raising their hands and following rules. I am quite laidback by nature, so I appreciate the structure and formality that she provides to my children. Of course they also have fun in her class.

On Tuesday afternoons, I am thankful for our zoo membership. We can pop into the Fort Worth Zoo whenever we feel like it and for whatever length of time is convenient. I love taking the kids to the monkey house and letting them observe chimpanzees for as long as they like.

On Wednesday mornings, I am thankful for our library. I am thankful that we can walk to it, and often do. I am also thankful for each and every employee. We are always treated with courtesy and grace. My children and I feel quite at home and I'm not ashamed to ask for what I need, even if it's a roll of tape to repair my shoe.

On Wednesday afternoons, I am thankful for my husband that comes home for lunch and then leaves before naptime. I'm usually exhausted after hauling the Radio Flyer wagon full of books and kids to the library and back.

On Thursday mornings, I am thankful for my grandfather. He's 86 now and still lives alone. He doesn't mind that I invade his house weekly with two enthusiastic children who interrupt his silence and routine. He is always doing sneaky and thoughtful things for us. He's constantly "accidentally" buying too much breakfast sausage or corndogs.

On Thursday afternoons, I am thankful for the homeless ministry at our church. It has been such a blessing to us to be able to put a face on homelessness in Fort Worth and do our small part to help. Our church provides a safe and loving environment where my children adopt the ladies and call them friends.

On Friday mornings, I am thankful for our museum membership. The kids learn about the world every time we enter the building. From the planetarium show with Big Bird to the Children's museum with X-ray charts, they explore learning in ways I can't do at home.

On Friday afternoons, I am thankful for payday and coupons that help our money stretch.

On Saturday morning, I am thankful for late sleepers and catching up on laundry and Bible study.

On Saturday afternoon I am thankful for our two dependable vehicles that get us from place to place. I'm thankful for our many friends who have birthday parties on Saturdays. Sometimes I'm thankful we don't have any friends with parties that day.

Every day I am thankful for our friends. We are blessed beyond measure. Even though Thanksgiving was last week, around here we give thanks every day.