I am incredibly lucky.
I live in a pretty decent house. We don't own it and I don't love it but we are happy here and we have everything we need.
Our bills are paid in full every month and we walk into the grocery store every week with the ability to buy pretty much whatever we want.
I have two beautiful, amazing, smart, funny, healthy boys.
And I have an amazing husband who works so very hard for us and gives me just about any thing I could ask for.
It's quite easy for me to look around and see how lucky I am but unfortunately I lose sight of this all too often.
It's easy to get caught up in nonsense.
And I expect a lot from my family - myself included.
I get so consumed with what we should be doing, where we should be, that I lose sight of where we are.
Where we are right now is pretty great.
I had a little moment of sapitude Saturday afternoon.
Somewhat, sorta, but a little not really spontaneously, I was invited to the lake for a night. (The lake the ladies I visit for our crazy getaways - like the ice kayaking trip.)
And I went.
I don't know about you but I don't know too many Mamas who can run away for a night somewhat, sorta, but a little not really just like that.
I don't even know too many Mamas who can get away for as many weekend trips as I do. (Not that my weekends away are even close to frequent. A few times a year at best.)
I am prouder than a peacock that I married a man who DOES NOT baby sit his own kids.
Because how the hell is it babysitting if it's your own kids!?!?!
I am proud of my husband for so many reasons.
He is an incredibly hard working man. He busts his ass anywhere from 60-100 hours a week so I can stay home with our boys.
And also because that's how he rolls.
He helps around the house - he'd kill me for saying it but he cleans a loo like nobody's business!
He loves our boys to the ends of the earth and has never once referred to taking care of them as 'babysitting' or 'watching them'.
(It's a big pet peeve of mine people!)
I am pretty much free to do whatever I want, whenever I want - including ladies weekends - and I always come home to a spotless house and happy children.
Lucky, right? So very lucky.
Typically on Mother's Day, Mamas everywhere are pampered and loved and showered with gifts.
But this year I did not revel in the showers of love, affection and attention.
Not because those things weren't there. But because I revelled in gratitude instead.
Without my boys (all three of them) I wouldn't have a reason to celebrate at all.
I gushed on my husband as I packed because I felt so grateful for him - and do not tell him so NEARLY as often as I should.
As I drove out to the lake with a great friend, I told her how grateful I am that Ryan is who he is and that he is mine. (Despite how much he sometimes pisses me off.)
As I sat around the campfire giggling like a little girl with 2/3's of my best friends while listening to a dozen or so very early 20-somethings reminisce about high school and other early 20-something problems (HA!) I, again, felt such gratitude that I have found indescribable and invaluable friends that I love just as I love my family.
When I came home to 3 happy boys, a clean house, a MOUNTAIN of laundry washed, dried, folded and put away, BBQ prime rib dinner ready to go, a delicious baked-by-my-boys cake in the fridge and a wicked cool Wonder Woman coffee mug on the counter anticipating my Monday morning coffee, there really wasn't an option to NOT be grateful.
My life is FULL of things to be grateful for.
FULL.
I am the luckiest Mama in the world.
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