It’s Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada (which my friends refer to as the frozen tundra).
And while I’m sure most people had their traditional Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, today is turkey day in our house. And for once, all my children will be in the same house at the same time, which is difficult to co-ordinate since they all work weird shifts. But they’re used to eating holiday dinners at odd times. Growing up, we rarely celebrated with the rest of the world due to my husband’s job. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was that we were together. And for that, I’m truly thankful.
Yes, I can bitch and complain with the best of them, but for the most part, I’m blessed. My family is healthy, we have a roof over our heads and a full stomach. What more do we really need?
A publishing contract would be nice. Oh, and a second bathroom …