I felt a little down when I paid the mortgage last week. It took up nearly all of our 2-week paycheck, making Christmas look like it’ll be a handmade-like-it-or-not affair, and the grocery list edited down to cheaper meals like potato soup, chili, and beans and rice. I like those things, but Christmas goodies call for …butter. Lots of butter. And pecans and chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
Then I slapped my cheek.
So I got all Pollyanna on myself and decided that instead of thinking "That darn bank took nearly all our paycheck and the insurance company is surely run by robbers," I should think, “Wow. Another month in this castle.”
“Castle” it is not, really, with a leak in the verandah roof, a big unpainted patch in our bedroom, and mattresses and couches that are begging to R.I.P. in the county dump, but then again…castle it is, as it is much more than so many in the world have and it really is quite nice when you turn a blind eye to its bad points.
So. I get another month in this castle.
"And what about that tight grocery budget?" Well, thought the Pollyanna Me, when on vacation we don’t fill up a pantry and freezer to the brim like I prefer to do at home. Instead, we meal plan (gasp!), thinking ahead and getting just what we’ll need for that time. Why not meal plan as if we're on vacation for a month in this castle?
So. I get another month to work on making menu-planning a new habit.
Today I slapped my cheek again.
I read of a blogger who lost her 2 year old son in a drowning accident yesterday afternoon (while Daddy is away at war), then I read of another blogger who normally writes about her child’s cancer but can no longer write – or even talk - because she had a stroke near Thanksgiving, and
It
Occurred
To
Me
That I don’t have any reason at all...not at All...to feel poorly about a tight paycheck or a low pantry or a castle that needs repairs.
We have our babies, we have each other, and we have our health.
That’s blessings aplenty.

