Confession: After skimming through my last few blog entries I've realized they were all a little whiny and complaining. Life is good, but yet I complain. My husband asks me to proofread his resume, I complain. My daughter asks me for a cup of juice, I complain. My son asks me to turn on the moonwalk downstairs for him for the 100th time today, I complain. The baby cries after I put her to bed for the night, I complain. What is up?
Truth: I should be so grateful to have a husband that is present and loves me and wants to work. I should be thankful that my daughter is a thriving, healthy 5 year old who wants to eat and drink healthy things. I should be appreciative that we can afford such luxuries as a basement and a moonwalk for the kids to play in. And my God, forgive me, for not being thankful for the baby that you gave to me that depends on me for food, comfort, sleep and love.
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