- I’m grateful John stocked up on DayQuil and NyQuil, because he and Kidling are showing preliminary symptoms of the sickness I just had. Which means I may have to call into work next week at least one day (or half a day), too, because Kidling is probably going to be home sick.
- I’m grateful John fixed all the chairs. We bought these chairs like two years ago from Ikea. In our experience, any issues with Ikea furniture has to do with how the customer put it together, so we don’t normally have issues with their furniture. In this case, however, the chairs are made of a “soft” wood, so over time they start falling apart. Not, like, cracking — it’s that the pieces just sort of start sliding out of place. Anyway, John bought some wood glue and giant clamps and fixed them all. I’m sure it’s short term, and I’ve got an idea I want to try anyway that involves buying mismatched chairs from secondhand stores and painting them all the same bright fun color. But for now, with work and school and all, I’m glad John just fixed the chairs we have.
- I’m grateful for my two days home sick. It gave me time to sleep, to recover, and most of all, to realize how fucking much I love work and school. Despite sleeping pretty much most of the morning and afternoon, and despite feeling like utter shit, I still did three loads of laundry, two dishwasher loads, cooked dinner, cleaned house, and wasted so much time on the internet that it’s embarrassing. No wonder John always gets bored and antsy when he’s on vacation and we haven’t made plans! There’s only so much you can do when you’re home all day.
- I’m grateful today is Sunday. It’s John’s day off, it’s another day for me to recover before jumping back into the grind, and it’s a day we can (if we’re feeling up to it, hah) do a family activity. We’ll probably just go out to eat today. I don’t think any of us are up to the zoo or the corn maze (what we had planned).
- I’m grateful for my husband. I’m sitting here listening to him and Kidling laugh and joke while they play Borderlands. John has a distinctive, booming laugh that makes me smile everytime I hear it. Sometimes — quite often, honestly — I take a moment to pause and really think about how lucky I am. John and I have been married since April 2001, so about 11.5 years at this moment in time. I’ve been married to 11.5 years to my best friend, an incredible, intelligent, funny, and sexy man. After a decade together, we still click on all levels — we still share similar values, life goals, and we still have a bangin’ intimate life. Pun intended. The part that really blows my mind after all these years is how unlikely it all seems. Yes, it’s a myth that 50% of marriages end in divorce — but objectively speaking, John and I have dealt with a lot of problems and managed to come out on top thus far. I’ve watched as other marriages fall apart over just one of the issues we’ve struggled through, and I feel pretty darn lucky that we’ve managed to work through it when so many others cannot or will not.