Not to be confused with Oscar.  And I’m not talking about Mayer.

I’m a big fat Grouch lately.  Have been all week.  Maybe it’s the changes going on with back-to-school.  Maybe it’s hormones.  Maybe it’s fatigue.  Maybe it’s just that I’m grumpy.  Like so grumpy, that I overheard Caleb saying to himself last night, "She’s not being nice."  Yeah…it’s that bad.

So in an effort to get rid of the grumps, I decided I needed to do some blessing counting.

Here’s the start of my list…

1.  I’m thankful I don’t live in Hollywood.  They all seem messed up there.

2.  I’m thankful that, so far, none of the toys we own have been on the recall list because they were made in China and have deadly lead in them.  So far…

3.  I’m thankful that I have an easy baby.

4.  I’m thankful that my local Walmart has a gas station, because I realized I was below E after shopping at Walmart this morning.

5.  I’m thankful that the eye infection I have is just a stye and not pink eye.

6.  I’m thankful that I only have one more week of both boys having soccer practice on the same night, at the same time, in two locations that are 15 minutes apart from each other.

7.  I’m thankful that I don’t work at IKEA, because I’m telling you that I LOATHE that place.  I went there yesterday and had a tantrum when I left.  Their catalog sucks you in to a vortex that feels like quicksand in the middle of a black hole.  I will never go back.  NEVER.

8.  I’m thankful for BIZ, the stain remover.  Because Jacob has managed to spill yogurt on every piece of new clothing he has this week, first thing in the morning.  Our new policy is "have breakfast in your pajamas".

9.  I’m thankful for return policy’s.  Because I have a stack of returns.

10.  I’m thankful for large frozen bags of chicken nuggets.  It seems that is the best I can do for dinners this week.

WOW!  I feel better already. 

I’ll try to think of a more serious list tomorrow. πŸ™‚

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One response to “Meredith the Grouch”

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    Some weeks are “like that — yeah, they are”. (This is a form of a 1963 commercial that most middle-aged women will probably remember. It was a Bayer Children’s commercial, and the saying was, “Mothers are like they — yeah, they are”.) Anyway, forming the list is the beginning to a cure. LOVE you, Mom

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