I’ve had some blips in my life lately.
Blips, of course, being the polite way of saying shit has been hitting the proverbial fan. Thank god, it’s not literal because that’d be a mess. I’m already knee deep in poop these days, and I certainly don’t need any flying excrement. In fact, I should probably take out that giant plastic bag of dirty diapers in my living room. It’s amazing how much backdoor brownery one tiny human generates.
All crap aside, when life gets a little bumpy, I like to grab a glass of wine or three. Occasionally, I’ll try something a pop more productive and pen a gratitude list, allowing me to focus on life’s little blessings like rainbows, unicorns farts, and an endless supply of caffeine.
I’m grateful for booze and coffee, sometimes together. Let’s face it, liquids make the world go ’round. Granted I guzzle my H2O like it’s going out of style, but these drinks have my heart.
(Until I had a baby; now I do what She wants. Shenanigans!)
Crystallized pansies and violets embedded in a bar of dark chocolate…and the heavens open and the angels rejoice. This was magical.
Time heals all wounds, and if you read this post, you know exactly what I’m talking about. ♫ Guess who’s back. Back again. [Loving’s] back. Tell a friend. ♫
Speaking of good times, I’m grateful for any kind of relaxing activity.
Also, I’m grateful for carbs; they are my spirit animal. For those of you who read this blog, you know my undying love of bagels. Well if you follow me on Snapchat, you know exactly why: BUTTER POCKETS. Last week, I encountered the mother of all butter pockets.
I’m grateful for books. Quite simply, they make me happy and I have been staying up way too late reading.
Thankfully, Ave has been a champion sleeper at night. Knocks on wood. Please sweet baby Jesus don’t punish me for saying this one out loud.
The baby books aren’t bad either. In fact, I’m digging their messages.
I’m also grateful I can officially fit into a pair of my old jeans and by fit, I mean button. It’s true, I might be rocking a muffin top, but it’s more than I could do six weeks ago. It’s progress, and I’ll take it; dammit.
Last but not least, I’m grateful for summers seasonal produce. I can’t get enough berries.
On ice cream, that is.
It’s a wonder I can button those jeans.
If you were penning a gratitude list, what would be on it?