If you’ve been a regular reader here, you know that until recently I always had a Thankful Thursday post. While I still share what I’m thankful for each week on the Facebook Page, I’ve decided not to stress about a weekly commitment here on the blog.
But this week, Mama Kat’s prompt to write about something you’re thankful for came at just the perfect time.
I’ve been dealing with sick kids. The house is a mess. (When is it not???) No one seems to want to eat what I cook for dinner. I’ve got a list of things I want/need done a mile long.
Everyone’s been tired, cranky. I yelled at the four-year-old. I mean really yelled.
It’s been a week of not feeling good enough, just trying to make it to the next day. I’m struggling.
Tuesday was a low point. And I went to bed dreading having to get up and do it all again the next day. Having to face my parents when they came up as planned the next day.
And then, as I forced a smile on my face, and pretended everything was okay while they visited, my husband walked through the door.
In the middle of the day.
My first thoughts? Is he sick too? Did something happen at work?
I jumped straight to the negative. That’s where my mind has been focused lately.
I never thought that he’d just come home to surprise me, because he knew I’d had a rough couple days.
What am I thankful for? My husband.
Sometimes I lock my feelings away, make the mistake of not opening up to him, not telling him what’s on my mind. I make the mistake of thinking I’m alone in this.
And I know he is there if I just reach out.