In an attempt to thwart some of the negative karma from the last post, I'm attempting a more positive vibe on this next one...So, here's my first gratitude post pretty much ever.
Thank you to the sassy post office lady with the big smile. After seeing my predicament of carrying a very heavy, sleeping 2 year old while simultaneously wrangling a wiggly 14 month old, she offered to ship one of them for me instead of my package. She even put my debit card and receipt in my wallet for me while I was running after Scarlett (who I had put down in desperation).
Thanks to James who managed to make me laugh (when I really wanted to cry) while I was wrestling a shrieking Georgia into the cart at Target. It was a big "we're all in this together" sort of relief.
Thank you to Heather, Adrienne, Coty, and Lauren who make me feel normal. I love how we can relate in nearly every single way.
Thanks tons to Stephanie for never thinking I'm shallow when I call to whine about, well, shallow things.
Thank you to the sweet lady who told me that my children were just a bundle of adorable. When I responded that they were "a bundle of something all right," she replied that "even when they're ornery, at least they're cute doing it."
A big thank you to the members who tolerate the shrieking trio in the back of the chapel at church. An even bigger thanks to the ones that not only tolerate but embrace their strong personalities, helping even me see the humor in Georgia and Scarlett dashing away, up the aisle, in the middle of numerous talks.
Thanks to Aubrey, Kristin H., and Jenna for recognizing I have a brain.
Thank you to the nice old lady who tells me my children are lovely and that I remind her of herself in an age gone by. There's a whole lot of you and I just want to hug every last one.
Eternal gratitude to Liberty for letting me call and not minding the constant cacophany of shrieks and tears in the background...or occasional foreground. Thank you for all the hours you keep me company each week.
Thank you to the guy who pushed my heavy stroller up a extremely steep hill in the middle of a Utah snow storm. It happened about three years ago, but I've never forgotten you. I just don't know how I would've done it without you. It was this hill (with pavement instead of stairs) if you're curious.
Colossal thanks to my darling husband for putting up with all of my emotional quirks. He's definitely my better half.
Loads of thanks to the fifty million people who hold open doors, steady carts, and smile at me while I'm dealing with screaming, sticky, darting children.
So, how was that for some positive karma?