I’m thankful for two kids little enough to still wear feety pajamas on cold nights.
I wish I was a nicer mom, with more patience. I yell more than I want.
I’m thankful that we live three hours away from Disney and can surprise the kids and go down for the weekend.
I wish the Disney princess dresses weren’t $70. And that my daughter didn’t love the sluttiest one (Jasmine.)
I’m thankful to be able to stay home with my kids until my youngest goes to Kindergarten. Being home with them and not missing a second is what I always wanted as a mom.
I wish I could get dressed up and go to work sometimes and talk to people over the age of four. A paycheck would be nice, too.
I’m thankful for my husband who never bats an eye at this whole blogging thing and the money it costs.
I wish I could freeze time now and do what I’m doing forever. Blogging is pretty fun. So is meeting new people and using some of my old marketing skills. Turns out they still exist.
I wish I could be less selfish and buy things that my husband needs (shorts with buttons) instead of another fur vest.
I’m thankful that Target is 2 miles away.
I wish I could leave Target without spending a minimum of a billion dollars.
I’m thankful that my mom lives nearby.
I wish I could convince her to move with us next year. There may be some ugly tears.
I’m thankful that I get those “my life is perfect, I couldn’t ask for anything better” moments. A lot.
I wish I could remember those moments when I get angry or frustrated.
I’m thankful for wine, coffee, Halloween candy, good friends scattered across the country, great family, a husband I love more than I ever have, and my two babies.
I wish that my kids be can as happy as I am, and that I can do right by them and grow them into amazing people. If I raise them right I will die happy.