And a glass of vino.
Hubby wanted to take some down time after working night shifts and fixing crains attached to box cars on the railroads. The night before christmas break, he was stranded on a box car for an hour and a half at 4 a.m. But that's another story for him to tell.
Guess he just wanted our favorite meal and.....just us. The night before we celebrated with my family to great success. Traditional turkey and trimmings and wonderful gifts abounded. We exchanged gifts with his family a few days before christmas at his request. His family is large, and a cast of thousands was not on his list of relaxing things to do. We received so much from everyone this year. I felt sheepish and low in a way. But, I suppose family knew that we struggled with a lot of issues this year. Least of them was unemployment and the threat of losing the house.
I mulled that one over so many times.....there are family members, but no where realistically to go. Not with the pets......the child.........the vast array of things we possess now.....NO WHERE TO GO.
People remembered us this year, and for that I am grateful. Homelessness is a terrifying prospect. Not for me, but for our child. I feel as though I could endure through anything. But my child.......I cannot destroy his life. My "business" has been null nov. and dec. Oh, the guilt. But, as hubby said, it was our turn to receive.
I think I enjoy giving more. I feel so vulnerable and beholden to a degree, upon receiving great gifts.
But I really need to just say thank you. Thank you for having a home to raise our child in. Thank you for my father. Thank you my child is in regular school. Thank you for our health. Thank you for my sister's healthy outcome after colon resectioning surgery. Thank you for the bountiful christmas feast. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
If I am in a tizzy of anxiety in the morning because of petty problems, the two word mantra is there for me to take.
Thank you.
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