Practicing gratitude is one of the many tools I learned while going through therapy. Besides from the discipline of writing this weekly Full of Grace post, I really do wake up each morning thankful for another opportunity, and end each day with a quiet reflection of the good things in my life. It is a practice I love and have benefited from. I am very aware of how very blessed I am.
However, once in a while I just need to bitch. And this would be that day.
1. That my daughters, now home from college for the summer, have their crap spread from one end of the house to the other. The whole garage is taken with boxes and stuff. I can't get close to the laundry room. We live in a small house. I live simply and can't stand clutter. Something needs to change . . . very soon.
2. That I went grocery shopping only to find out I couldn't fit the food in the refrigerator because it is now filled with beer.
3. That our dog (the one that I didn't want - even though I love animals but didn't want to be tied down) has now taken to digging huge craters in the backyard. Holes large enough that if the lawn tractor falls into one, you need to stop and get a few people to help lift it back out. Ask me how I know this.
4. That my youngest daughter, who asked if she could use the lake house with a bunch of friends all going to the Dave Matthews concert, failed to mention that the two night concert was Memorial Day weekend. So I have now lost the use of my camp for the holiday weekend. What?
5. That my brother with whom I have no relationship, buried my parents ashes in a cemetery without ever telling my sister or me. My mother was laid to rest without benefit of prayers or ceremony or her daughters being there, which breaks my heart. Which I'm sure was his intention.
Okay, I feel better now. My daughters will hug me and the dog will give me slurpy kisses and will all be forgiven. And I will again be back next week, grateful for raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens . . .