This isn’t the post I had planned, but some days life gets in the way. The post I started on the 2 year anniversary of the adoptions of my kids will wait for me to finish it with the consideration it deserves.
I can’t even count the number of times today I had to tell myself how wonderful it is to be able tell myself this has been my least favorite Thanksgiving in memory. OK, so the kids misbehaved all day constantly alternating between crying, screaming, hitting, throwing and breaking things. From 7am to 9:15 pm. I would swear I am still having some headache problems from hitting my head running, but who knows? Today there have been countless other possible causes.,
I’m just happy that as bad as I feel today and about today, I still had a great dinner, and when all is taken care of here, I will still go to bed in a very comfortable bed. I will still have 2 kids to be proud of, and even on a day where I’ve yelled way too much and gone from anger to apathy too often, I’ve not had many huge mistakes. How awesome most my memories of past celebrations be for this to be my least favorite?
It’s not the Thanksgiving warmth and comfort within my skin I’ve felt in the past, but it’s been a pretty good worst. I am still thankful for more options to keep living the good life and all who make it possible.
May all who seek it find peace within themselves.