Saturday, we ran out of milk, and had to get some for supper. I hopped in the truck and ran up the street to Brookshires. They were out of gallons in the kind we use, and no one in the house will drink their brand, so I took a deep breath, and bought a half gallon. Jonathan had also asked me to pick up some soda, so I grabbed a 12-pack while there. As I was walking out to my truck, frustrated that they didn't have what I wanted, and what they did have was over-priced, I had to stop myself. Not so very long ago, I would have to either go to the truck stop, and pray that they weren't out of milk, or drive into town. It wouldn't be practical to do all of our grocery shopping at Brookshires, but how convenient to actually have a grocery store here in town! We've lived in Anna for five-and-a-half years now, and for most of that time, we didn't have that luxury.
This morning, it has started early. The girls are just not at their best so far today. They've already gotten themselves grounded for the afternoon. BUT... how hard have we worked for me to be able to stay home with them? How often do I read news articles about what is happening in public schools around here, and thank God that my girls are homeschooled? How many times (even on days like today) am I reminded that I have awesome kids? I do, really. Sure, they argue, but I'm told this is normal. (A complete lack of sibling rivalry on my part as a child did NOT prepare me for this love-hate relationship.) We get to study in our jammies, if we want. If cabin fever sets in, it's off to the aquarium for the day. I have the unique opportunity to teach my children every day. Not just in the afternoon. Not just on the weekends. Every. single. day. How amazing of a blessing is that?
It's time for me to step away from the keyboard, now. The dogs have tracked in more mud, and the laundry beckons. This day will bring plenty of opportunity for me to exercise this attitude of gratitude. I'm off to go enjoy my new singing washer and dryer a little bit!