Today I'm grateful for November 1st. I had an epiphany that day as I enjoyed a beautiful walk to the duck pond with Bardo and Boo. The streets were littered with post-Halloween debris. Bardo pointed out each piece of litter as he flew past it on his red Lightning McQueen bicycle. Boo and I started collecting the candy and trash and putting it in one of the used grocery bags we had stashed in the stroller. I was disgusted by the mess, but then it dawned on me that what happens to the streets is exactly what happens to my home as all the bodies that live there stash and then go about doing exactly what they want to do. The Warlock escapes to his media room or the computer for alone time; Pippi usually rounds up the kids to play some incredibly fun game that requires the deconstruction and moving of the furniture; Bardo likes to drop everything to rummage through the pantry or refrigerator, Boo likes to dump the book and toy baskets (to be used as baby beds) and run water in the powder room sink. So it's time for some changes around here. My children have probably noticed me asking for a lot more help and sternly asking how all the litter got on the floor. But this home, I'm grateful for it, and I'm tired of watching it fall into complete disorder.
I am grateful for my windows and the light that reflects off of my yellow walls.
I'm grateful for a table to sit and watch my silly eaters talk and sing and eat and paint and color at.
I'm grateful for chilly air and cozy beds.