I don't have any weight related things to talk about now (been at 242 for almost a month!) and I don't have any wonderful mother's day experiences (just the same as pretty much every other day). So instead I wanted to write about how truly blessed I feel. I am so blessed to have such a great family. We have our ups and downs and our little craziness, but we don't have any serious issues. Erik is a typical teenager with typical teen problems/attitudes, but overall is a really good kid and that makes me really happy. He isn't into drugs or girls, but spends most of his time either reading or playing video games. I know video games aren't great, but like I said, no drinking, drugs or girls, so I'll take that.
Elise is a blessing too (at least most days). She's bright and funny and even though drives me so crazy sometimes she is totally in love with me and me with her. I love to watch how she gets so excited over the smallest things. I love that she wants to play outside and ride her tricycle for hours. I love that she's not addicted to food (well maybe candy) and can stop eating when she's full, a lesson I have come to learn only after surgery. I love that she wants me to put her to bed every night and read to her and wash her hair in the bath tub. I love that she sings little songs. She is so adorable and I feel so blessed to be her mommy.
And Jared is a blessing too, even if I complain constantly about him. He fixed my brakes the other day just because they were rattling a bit. He went and bought the manual for my car and looked up how to fix it. I love that he doesn't care that I want to go hang out with my friends for a movie or dinner and watch the kids because he knows I need a break and when I get back I'm usually a lot nicer to him. I'm am so very happy and grateful he has a job. It may not be one that he likes and I know he won't stay there for the rest of his career, but at least he has a paycheck and we can afford to live in our house and pay our bills.
I feel so blessed to have a job. Not just one that I work at everyday, but one that I like to do and feel that I'm pretty good at doing. I may not enjoy the people everyday and I don't like waking up early, but I feel blessed to have a job that is in my book challenging, and simple and I actually get paid a pretty decent amount for doing.
I think most of all I feel really blessed to hear other peoples problems and know that they aren't mine. That sounds kinda funny writing, but over that past few months I've heard of some pretty bad problems with people and I feel so blessed that it's not me. I guess the Lord knows what I can handle and I'm not sure I could handle those other problems. I do my fair share of complaining about my own problems, but in contrast I also do my fair share of researching and getting to work to fix whatever problems I do have instead of just spouting about it and wishing my life were different.
So there you have it, my life is blessed. Sorry you can't have it (although you may not want it). Just like I don't want yours. Now that really did sound terrible, but hey at least I'm honest, right? But most of all very, very, very blessed.
