Too Much Perfection?

I want to wish my blog readers (both of you!) a very Happy Thanksgiving.

As we all know, today is a day to reflect on the things we are thankful for, so I suppose I'll make this post all about me and give that a go...

I am thankful that my scale has gone up. Though I really would like to shed ten pounds or maybe twenty, I'm grateful that even after DH being laid off for ten very long months, we still have enough food on our plates that I actually could gain weight. Even if that makes me shudder a little. I'm thankful.

I am thankful for the mess my house is in. The mess consists of toys being scattered from one end of it to the other. Even after I've picked up the house 1,264 times since Monday. The glorious mess is made by my darling son and I am thankful he is in my world to make his messes.

I am thankful for the glasses on the counter that should have been put in the dishwasher, but instead they are sitting perched right next to the dishwasher, placed there by my husband. I am thankful for that because my husband is home to make his own brand of mess, instead of a thousand miles away as he was a month ago. I am thankful he is home.

I am thankful for the loss of one bedroom because said husband has converted it into his home office. I am thankful he has the need for an office and work to perform within those walls of the former bedroom.

I am thankful for the chaos I will enter into at 4pm this evening as I walk through the front door of my parents' house. With fifteen friends and family gathered in one too-small-for-us-all dining room, the noise is loud, the space is cramped, but I am thankful for each and every one of those people that I call family and friends.

Happy Thanksgiving!