Thursday, November 08, 2012
I'm thankful for being able bodied. I'm thankful for being able to do things I want to do . . . accomplish stuff I want to get done without having to wait for help. Am I really thankful for my stubborn streak. Here's what I'm getting at. Middle is asking for a room makeover for her 11th birthday. She's given me creative liberty and I'm working on it. I really love how it's coming out, but I needed the bed that is currently in Mimi's room to go back to Little's and his bunks put back together. I needed the bed that is currently in Middle's room taken apart, moved and put back together in Mimi's room. Confusing, I know. But MOTH has been working non-stop and has had late nights and early mornings this week. I haven't seen him since late last week aside to pass like ships in the nights. So I did it. I moved mattresses, took beds apart, hauled what needed hauling and put it back together. There. Done. Stubborn streak burning hot. And I-am-woman-hear-me-roar blazing. I'm thankful for being able bodied enough to get my shit done.