Quit complaining!!!!

I know I'm not very quick "blog poster". I just really struggle with finding the time to sit and write it out, especially with about 5 loads of dirty clothes in my laundry room, but something has really been on my mind all week.







Cute kids eh? Tanner and Ella "enjoying" our 110 degree heat.

I was channel surfing a while ago and stopped on Dr. Phil. I usually don't watch his show but something caught my attention. It was about the only known blind and deaf triplets. The mom was not on fertility drugs either. It was just a fluke. But, like a lot of multiple births' they were born too early and had problems. From what I saw it was like Helen Keller BEFORE Ann Sullivan X's three. I couldn't imagine the struggles this woman has every day.

This story really made me think about how lucky I am. I have two beautiful, healthy daughters. And two of the best sons anyone could ask for. Who cares if I can't go to the bathroom by myself. I feel silly even thinking THAT'S a hardship. I mean I have NOTHING to complain about compared to this woman's life. The worse part of my day is if I can get the girls down for their nap at the same time. Which believe me, is rare. They have a sense to know "finally, I can have ALL Mom's attention." Which, I have to remind myself, IS a blessing. How blessed I am to spend time with each one on one. There are bigger problems in the world.

My oldest son just graduated from high school. Weston is going to college this fall. He's healthy, he has a good heart, and is smart. Who cares if he uses those smarts to be a "smart-alack". We can laugh together especially at those times I'm in "ultra annoying" mode. How blessed I am to have a wonderful son.

I really wanted to write about these deaf blind girls to remind to put things in perspective. I can go on and on about my kids and how great they are, and how lucky I am to have them, even to the point of making you vomit all over your keypad...................Oh, and don't even get me going on how I was the Power Ball winner in the HUSBAND LOTTO.

I find myself dwelling at my pity party about how I can't find time to keep my house picked up. Or I can't work on tanning my albino legs because my daughter wants to sit and color in her coloring book with me sitting right there with her. What if she didn't know or EVEN CARE if I were there. What an ungrateful little brat I felt like after watching 10 min of this woman's life.

When I actually "count my blessings, and name them one by one" it brings tears to my eyes. Especially on a day like today, when I had to pick up and leave Walmart with a cart full of stuff because my 20 month year old wouldn't stop throwing a fit because her ice melted in her sippy cup. Did I mention it's 114 degrees here today? Which brings me to another idea for a blog post. Any advice on temper tantrums.... They're starting early for this one.

Oh, wait.... I must remember it's a blessing that she has the mental capacity to throw them in the first place... See, why I had to write about counting my blessings.