Stop and smell the...

I was going to write about some accidents that have been happening in our house lately, mostly on the couch while watching tv, but I have changed my mind.

As I sit in my quiet house tonight, I cannot help but feel so grateful for all the blessings that I have. I also can't help but feel guilty for all the times I complain about my lot in life. I really do have it good. I am so, so grateful for four healthy girls. In fact, every time I get pregnant I worry that I pushed my luck just a little too far. So far, we have truly been blessed with healthy, happy girls.

My husband is terrific. He may drive me nuts sometimes, but that is only because I am jealous of him. His laid back attitude and ability to just live in the moment is something I wish I had more of.

My family is great. We are so lucky to have our parents close by. They are always willing to help out, and the girls will never refuse a visit to one of their houses (in fact B is at my P's right now). My parents have been taking one of the girls for the whole weekend (and then some) for the last few months. It is amazing how much easier it seems with one less child. I love that the girls run to the door (or in warmer weather are waiting on the doorstep) when my parents arrive. They hop right into the car seat, sometimes before my dad has had a chance to buckle it!

My house is wonderful. I am warm, and I am safe. I know we will be leaving this house in a few short months, and I am definitely excited for more room for the girls to spread out, play and grow. But this house has served us well, very well. I love the neighborhood and the friends we have made here. I will miss it.

We have great friends. I love seeing the bulletin board full of Christmas card pictures from all of our friends and family. How truly blessed to know so many thoughtful people. I really realized that this fall. When I was in the hospital with kidney stones it was amazing how many people offered their help. I was floored at who and how many went that extra step to lend a hand, some people I did not even know that well.

So this year, for my resolution (besides the obligatory lose weight) I am going to stop and smell the roses, and if it smells a little like pee (refer to first paragraph) I am not going to yell (at least not that loud) but take it for what it is... a little pee on the couch. I can clean it and try to teach my otherwise healthy 3 year old not to do it again. Yelling doesn't work in this house (I know, I have tried) so a new, calmer approach needs to be developed. I am going to try to be more "in the moment", more "there" during the days, not just waiting for the night when Sean arrives home. I know I will trip up. I know I will down right fall, but I will get up again and, with a calm voice, start over.

So, wish me luck on this. I already know I am so lucky in so many other ways.