I know it's a little late, but as the rest of my family sleeps off a pumpkin-pie-induced food-coma, I wanted to stop and list a few things I am thankful for:
My house--it has a split floor-plan. Meaning Jeff and I are on the other side of the house and if I turn the monitor off at night, it's almost like we don't have children.
My car--it has a nifty rearview mirror, allowing me to see what's going on in the back and yell at Rollie just before he sticks his dirty socks into Elsa's waiting mouth.
My TV--it is the greatest babysitter I've ever had, and I don't have to worry about Jeff running off with it into the night...mainly because it's too heavy for him to carry.
My dog--his nightly ritual of cleaning up after my children's dinner saves me the hassle of doing it myself. And it saves me a fortune in dog food.
My local grocery store--those two seater carts with built-in steering wheels have provided my children hours of entertainment as I shop. Plus the extra crumbs Elsa finds lodged in the seat cracks saves me from having to feed her later.
My internet connection--for being fast and dependable and never, ever going out on me. I'm almost curious to see how I'd fare if it ever DID go out...I suppose as long as there was plenty of beer in the fridge I'd be okay.
My microwave--I've said it before and I'll say it again: God Bless Its Inventor. Were it not for my microwave, my children would eat their own fingers waiting for me to actually cook something the old fashioned way. I'm also thankful for Steam Fresh vegetables. They are often the only source of non-fruit, food-pyramid sustenance my children get all day.
My DVR--Not only does it unfailingly provide hours of entertainment in the way of recorded Wubzy and Wonder Pets episodes for my kids, it's also there for me when I desperately want to watch 30 Rock but am so exhausted I accidentally put both contact lenses in the same case and the next day end up with 20/10 vision in one eye and 20/2000 vision in the other.
And Finally, My Family--Despite everything I write that might imply the contrary, I adore my children. I mean, if they were perfect angels all the time, what would I write about? Who wants to read anything about a kid who never drew on the carpet with Magic Marker or stick his penis down the bathtub drain? Who wants to know about a baby who always ignored the dog food bowl and never bit her big brother on the back? People LOVE rubber-necking over the misdeeds of other people's kids. I know I do. I used to mentally shake my head and judge other parents who yelled at their kids in public or promised them candy if they stopped having a tantrum in the middle of the mall. Now I have to stop myself from walking up to the parents with my blog website scrawled on a napkin, like an AA sponsor handing out his number to a stumbling alcoholic, and telling them, "You are not alone."
Oh yeah, and I'm thankful for my husband. He rocks.