Counting Blessings

I am just feeling incredible gratitude for the things that are going well in my life. Sure, I am utterly sleep deprived as the Commander and LaLa Bean are alternating nights as toddler torturers who relentlessly interrogate use with demands of "mama, wat dis?". Their techniques are still immature, but they are well on their way with prying open our eyelids with sharp little fingers and the slow drip torture of a valve free sippy cup leaking milk onto my sleepy face night after relentless night.

That said, I feel totally lucky. Even after they pulled the doors off the wardrobes we had locked with "baby locks" and bolted the walls. They pulled the hinges off and now working on the bedroom door. Yet I still feel gratitude at getting to share the planet with these ringlet headed little MacGyver's.

Sure there is drama with the whole landlady thing- but you know what? Not really my drama. More to the point- I am refusing to make it my drama. I am not interested. I am not so freaked out about the lawsuit - really, ridiculous and pretty easily proved. The drama at the house- really, borderline harassment by the downstairs tenant who I have put on notice. No more messing with me or my family. Drama! Be Gone!

Best of all- I am really seeing the light at the end of what has been a seemingly endless dark marital tunnel. I am so grateful that sticking it out is starting to pay off.