Ten Things of Thankful: Week 11

Well, frankly I have no clue where the week went. And with that I must say that I’m not 100% certain I took time to stop and be thankful in those moments which I SHOULD have. But I shall try to recall events and have a thankful heart nonetheless.

One thing I do want to preface this with is that I have a few things of thankful regarding my 10yo. My 12yo got a little bit of play in the local media (ok, only in my blog if we’re being completely honest), so I felt as though I should give my 10yo some bloggy love.

With that, away we go:

1. I am thankful that my 10yo went to last week-end’s soccer tournament for his brother and complained nary a bit. Granted he didn’t watch a whole lot of the games, with the exception of the last game…his competitive spirit was awakened and he was INTO that game. And perhaps more disappointed by the loss than his brother.
2. I am thankful for my 10yo’s touched heart…this week he was moved to tears (while reading his history lesson for the day…we are just entering WWII in our timeline) at the thought of all the men and women who have died to protect our freedom. I was stunned.
3. I am thankful for a seemingly-touched heart of the 10yo who was so (allegedly) upset that his brother was sick that he (the 10yo) lobbied for a shorter work day…for his brother, of course. The fact that he would also have a lighter load was simply a side-effect. (For the record, neither of them ended up having a lighter load…I’m mean like that.)
4. I am thankful for the 10yo’s spirit and his drive. Even though he opted not to (ok, I didn’t let him) play football this fall, he still maintains that he’s going to be an NFL kicker. Now, that’s not the part I am thankful for; even though I’m still not thrilled with this staunch desire, I am thankful that he’s showing some passion and taking the initiative to go out with his football &  stand, and practice his kicking. ON.HIS.OWN.
5. I am thankful for 10 and 12yo minds that know when their bodies need to release some energy and who will stop and do a bunch of jumping jacks to relieve said energy. If only I could BOTTLE that extra energy and use it to power the hall lights which continue to be left on when no one needs them. No I’m not bitter about that…why do you ask?
6. I am still thankful for a first paid writing gig…and not only that, another one (with the same publication) came my way this week. It was not one I sought out and I was UBER nervous about the interview. I had not done a formal interview with someone in YEARS. So all that to say, I am thankful to have my initial one over and done with. And no, it didn’t go as I had hoped/expected/anticipated. Honestly it was weird, but in an effort to not disparage anyone, I shall say no more. Moving on.
7. I am thankful that I successfully made liquid hand soap this week (recipe forthcoming…I’m sure you’re all on the edge of your seats now!), and have found a recipe for fabric softener which I am DYING to try. No worries…I’ll be sure to share that too.
8. I am thankful that the weird bug which has affected my 12yo this week (alluded to above) didn’t keep him totally knocked down/drug out, but was only mildly irritating. And it seems to be gone (that’s the biggest part of thankfulness). It was especially irritating when he would get up in the middle of the night (or at the ungodly hour of 5 am. Oh wait…that’s the time my alarm is set…I won’t say it’s the time I always get up, because that would be a lie. And I am to always tell the truth…or at least the truth as I know it.)
9. So make that my next item of thankfulness: I have been able to actually get up on time this week, even if it is due to the moaning and groaning of my 12yo attempting to vomit and not the soothing “beep, beep, beep” of my alarm clock.
10. And last but not least, I am thankful that even though they may (ok, there’s no “may” about it…they DO) hate it, my boys still wear their helmets when they ride bikes. And they appear to be the only ones in the pack of neighborhood kids who do. And lest you think I’m a helicopter mom, it’s merely to help me cling to my “Meanest Mom Ever” title.

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