I love Gratituesday. I love that it happens on Tuesday. Which is usually the day my life starts to spiral out of control.
By which I mean that I spend Monday enjoying the memories of the weekend and slowly starting to stress out about all of the work that needs to be done around the house. Sometime Monday evening, I remember that we have two birthdays this week, and I still need to bake, wrap, and make cards. I remember that I am hosting a playdate on Wednesday and my mother-in-law is arriving on the weekend, and I can't remember the last time the floor was mopped. I remember that we have two outings this weekend due to the birthdays, and I have to prepare a lunch out for Noah so that I don't cause his allergies to flare. I also find out that somehow I forgot to buy new vacuum cleaner bags, and this one refuses to fit any additional dust. Not to mention Ulysses that I said I'd finish by Wednesday. And the review I need to write.
As you can see, the stress starts to spiral faster and faster, and by the time I hit bed on Monday night, I am a wreck.
Then I wake up on Tuesday morning and get to blog about something that inspires gratitude. This simple excercise is enjoyable most weeks. But this week, reflecting on the beautiful time I had with my husband on our date, the warm weather walks I took with my daughter, and the extra cuddle time I had with my son has saved my sanity.
I think I'll take some time this morning to involve the kids in the housework and make it fun. No sense stressing out now, right?