To not roll my eyes,
grit my teeth,
pull my hair,
scream at my kids,
talk to myself under my breath,
or sharpen the carving knife excessively.
Make me grateful,
for the gifts I have received
and continue to receive.
My health (if you can call it that),
my sanity ( I only talk to myself when I'm alone, so it doesn't count)
my children ( to quote Adam Sandler in Big Daddy "children are great, as long as they're not moving or speaking" )
my loving husband ( he still hasn't wished me happy mother's day, the jerk )
and my home ( it looks like shit, but the roof is still holding )
I love my children, I really do. I don't scream at them, ever. I have raised my voice many times and intend to do so many more. If you're wondering what brought this on, it could be the fact that the gift my husband gave me for mother's day was a pair of sunglasses that he bought for himself and decided he didn't like. Yes, he regifted me, the bastard. I know, it's the thought that counts. So on father's day I'm going to give him the white purse I bought last year and no longer use. He did buy me a caramel frapuccino from Starbuck's and took me to dinner at Outback Steakhouse, so he's not a total loss.
Despite that I love him, cause well, he's hot.