Exhausted, Activities Time, and Thanksgiving

Exhausted

I am exhausted at the moment. But, I feel good. Why, you ask? Well, I spoke in church this morning and sang with the choir. We stopped at Wal-Mart on the way home for a handful of stuff. Once we got home, I made lunch—it was a microwave thing today I’ll admit, but I still had to do something to get lunch ready. After lunch I did about five loads of laundry—where it all comes from is beyond me because there are only three of us living in this house—and dusted and vacuumed my bedroom, my son’s bedroom, and the hall. I swept and mopped the bathroom and washed the rugs from the bathroom. After that I swept and mopped the kitchen/dining room. By then, we had to leave for my son’s Cub Scout meeting. We stopped to pick up one extra Cub Scout wreath on our way home. When we got home I did a little more laundry—I know, right? My son needed a shower before bed, so I helped with that and got him tucked in. Now I’m sitting here writing this for you while contemplating some graphic design stuff I need to work on. I’m exhausted.

Activities Time

That time has begun! The time of conferences, running around with my son to various activities, fundraisers, and more. On one hand, I love it. I’m glad my son has some amazing opportunities to connect with others and be a part of something bigger than himself and our family. Yet, man, is it a lot of work as a parent. We picked up a huge pile of Cub Scout wreaths and popcorn to deliver this weekend. And that means I have to deliver the bulk of the orders. It’s not like my five-year-old son will drive around delivering or something. So, here I am with a pile of wreaths in my car and organized piles of popcorn all over my living room waiting to be delivered. I made my son write thank you notes for people who have ordered. We’re making them in phases as we get a pile ready to deliver. After tomorrow I’ll be down to a bit of popcorn and a few thank you notes. Then this round will be done.

Thanksgiving

It’s Thanksgiving this week. I can’t believe time has flown by that fast already. While I know the roots of this American holiday hold a history of bad things like oppression and such, I love what it has come to mean. In my family it’s a time to remember what we have and to be grateful for it. It’s a time to get together as a family and celebrate that we’re all here. It’ll be harder this year as we’ve lost my great aunt and great uncle, harder yet because they were siblings. Yet, I am certain we will be okay. We have each other. This year, I’m also particularly grateful for all of you—my readers, fellow authors, fellow poets, and all around wonderful people. Without you, I could not fulfil one of my life long dreams. And here I am living it. I may not be striking it rich as an author at this point, but I’m published and there are people like you who read what I write. That’s enough for me. So, know you are just as important and appreciated in my life as my family is. Thank you.