Over it...

It's raining and gloomy. I'm worn out. This crazy end-of-the-year rat race has been crazier than ever before, and this rat is over it. My laundry is out of control. The bathrooms need to be cleaned. I'd just as soon pull up the carpet in my living room and replace it, rather than clean it. I've put about a kazillion miles on my van, driving back and forth to drumline and color guard and play practice and soccer. My calendar is full most every day and evening...my to-do list is well beyond control. My littlest one feels out of sorts today, nursing a cold that just won't go away, and she's been clamoring for my attention all morning. I need a break.

And then I remember that today would have been Maria Chapman's sixth birthday. Next week marks the one-year anniversary of her death. I read Mary Beth's blog. I cry. I cry because I know Mary Beth would give anything to have my day, as long she could spend it with Maria. Once again, I've forgotten that, good or bad, I have this day. I curl up with my girl and listen to her chatter as we read one of her favorite books. I'm thankful for all the ways my life is blessed by knowing and loving this little soul. By knowing and loving all four of my amazing children...and all that comes with being their mom. Attitude checked. Laundry will wait. I could care less what the carpet looks like. I don't even remember where my to-do list is. I'm over it.