In light of the disaster in the States, not to mention, the recent floods and forest fires that are closer to home, I realised that all my little complaints are nothing, if that's all I have to complain about. I'm lucky...
I'm lucky to have 2 healthy, happy boys to drive me crazy.
I'm lucky to be pregnant for the third time, a relatively easy pregnancy, a low risk pregnancy that gives me random aches and pains.
I'm lucky to have a husband who loves me, takes care of me and drives me crazy.
I'm lucky to have a bed to sleep in with tiny bodies squishing me from the inside and out.
I'm lucky to have a car that works and sounds like an airplane and has broken AC.
I'm lucky that the sun is shining and making it too hot outside.
I'm lucky to have clothes on my back even if they seem to be getting smaller and smaller everyday.
I'm lucky to have food on my table, so much so that I've gained 31 lbs so far this pregnancy.
I'm lucky to have two hobbies that I adore even when I'm up to my eyeballs in Halloween costumes and end of the month scrapbooking deadlines are looming.