In direct oppostion to the whole spirit of 'Grateful For...',
welcome to Whingefest 2011.
I usually love "Grateful for...Saturday"s, but I'm struggling this week.
Couldn't find a grateful word in my head last night
(plenty of words, some choice ones, but not an appreciative one to be found).
Now on Saturday morn, I'm typing this in bed for goodness sake.
At an ungodly hour -
as in an hour when I would usually have my running gear on and be out the door.
Instead, I can't find any motivation to 'rise' and I definitely can't find any motivation to 'shine'.
I'll wait here until Magoo comes a cuddling.
Hey - I'm super grateful for Magoo and cuddles. Sincerely.
Coincidentally, I have not run in ten days and counting.
I'm not injured or taking a 'break' - well, not voluntarily anyway.
I'm single parenting again and running doesn't find it's merry way into that programme.
Since the high of the marathon a couple of weeks ago,
I have run a measly total of thirty minutes.
I suspect it may be getting to me!!!
The other half to my (not so) dynamic parenting duo was due back yesterday,
but I arrived home from a particularly crapola day at work,
to be greeted by an email - yes an email - from him
stating the obvious.
That our little slice of Gotham City would have to continue
to be saved singled handedly for now.
Gratitude was not what sprung to mind...or mouth.
Batgirl's a little tired here!
Work has been relentless, Mum's health saga depressing,
Magoo a little challenging, sleep intermittent, the weather blinkin atrocious...
Blah, blah and blah some more!!
And look who's padded in to put in all back into perspective -
Awww.
Bless his little bed head wings.
I'm sooooo grateful for that sweet little face, that cute little voice, those warm little hands, his crinkly eye smile - that wipe this big ol cranky mug away.
It's Saturday.
A new day.
A weekend.
Let's love it.
It's Saturday.
A new day.
A weekend.
Let's love it.
I'm sorry I let you down Maxabella.
The sun will shine here next week.
Shar :-)
