I’m addicted Karen S’s blog.

Sometimes I’m not sure why.  She does a lot of posts about soccer and I only vaguely know that you’re not supposed to touch the ball with your hands.  That’s the end of my soccer knowledge. She does a lot of posts of music and while I enjoy music, the thought of going to a concert and being around that many people… guh… no thanks. (I’m not shy, I’m just not social enough to immerse myself in crowds.) 

She does talk about a lot of books, but she tends to read more contemporary and that’s not always my thing so we don’t even read that many of the same sort of books.

But she makes me laugh, almost always.  And if she doesn’t make me laugh, she can make me think.  Of course, that’s not always a good thing, but hey…  She’s got a sense of humor, she’s upfront and if nothing else, you know where you stand with her.  If she doesn’t like you, she’s not afraid to tell you.  In the current “PC” world we live in, that kind of open honesty is something most people don’t get near enough of.

Today, she had a post up that landed me here.  It’s a blog I don’t think I’ve seen before, and it’s about a book…sort of… that I haven’t read, yet, but it’s not really about the book itself.  It’s a beautiful post and it reminded me that I don’t always remember just how much I have to be thankful for. 

Technically, I know I have a lot to be thankful for, but I don’t always have the time to think about.  Too busy rushing the kids to karate.  Taking them to the sitter.  Getting another 3k-4k done on a book, or three.  Getting the bratlet to riding lessons on Saturday, to church on Sunday then over to mom’s. Getting to the grocery because the DH needs bread for his lunch at work or we’re both out of diet coke. Getting the bed made because while I don’t mind sleeping in tangled sheets, the DH does and I rarely remember. Getting the bills paid, getting the pool cleaned out so the kids can swim, getting the house picked up, the laundry done, the dishes done, breakfast, lunch dinner.  Getting a blog post done, getting some edits done… I’m busy, right?

But that’s just the thing.  All this stuff that keeps me so very busy, this is exactly what I need to be thankful for.

I have three beautiful healthy kids to take to church, to the Y for karate, to my mom’s or to the doctor’s for their checkups.

Getting that bed made…I’ve got a wonderful husband to share it with and he can only do it four nights a week because of his work schedule, so when I get up in the morning, he’s getting ready to go down and it’s really not that hard to make the bed, right?  Guy busts his tail working nights so he can have weekends with us, so it’s really not asking much at all for me to make it when I get up in the morning.  So what if he’s just going to crawl into it ten minutes later and mess it up?  He makes it for me.

Getting the grocery store for diet cokes and bread, hey… I got a car to do it, and I can usually afford the gas.  That’s definitely something to be thankful for.

The karate, the riding lessons, all things I didn’t have when I was younger and that I would have loved to do.  So yes, I thank God that I’m crazy rushing around doing these things even when I’m tired and all I want to do is not rush.

The edits, getting that 3k-4k done on the WIP(s), I’ve got the job I’ve wanted since I was a kid.  Nuff said.

Getting over to mom’s… she’s still here, we get along wonderfully and she makes my kids laugh.

Yeah, all this stuff that has me rushing left and right.  And after reading Rosie’s post, I thank God for all of it.  I’ve got a lot of responsibilities, I’ve got people I love and people who love me.  So what if there are only 24 hours in a day?  At least I’m able bodied and I can handle all of them.  I know there are those who don’t have the luxury of it.