It just occurred to me that the past six to eight weeks had been filled with social activity unlike no other since I became a Mama. The writing class, the yoga class and story time at the library. I've been busy, apparently.
In fact, I've been so busy enjoying it all that I just now realized that it's all over. Every last bit of it ended in a matter of three days. Gone like the wind. Gone like that bag of chocolate truffles Da! brings home now and again. (hint hint)
Now, it's just me, two restless toddlers and some rainy, cold weather.
And, I'm supposed to find something to be thankful for here, right this second?
How about the fact that since I'll be at home more, again, I'll be able to get more writing done? I'm thankful for that. And, maybe I'll earn some extra arm chair money.
How about the fact that my girls have been freely demonstrating some sweet affection toward their Mama with kisses and hugs and snuggles in between their tantrums? That's progress, right?
How about the fact that today I didn't get a rejection letter from a national publication? I wasn't ignored, either. I was put on hold until later in the month. I'll take it!
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