gratituesday – part 1.

Poor Tuesday. It’s like the middle-child of weekdays. Well not technically the middle, that’s Wednesday. But you get the idea.

Monday has that whole start-of-the-week-manic-Bangles-song thing going for it.

Then you’ve got Wednesday. Hump Day. Suddenly you’re 60% closer to the weekend.

And Thursday. Ah, Thursday. Also known as “Early Friday.”

Speaking of Friday, they don’t call it TGIF by accident.

The weekends? Hello, no explanation necessary.

In honor of the week-day underdog, Tuesdays will be the official day to reflect on things to be grateful for.*

*Disclaimer: the fact that gratitude + tuesday made a fairly awesome word-smoosh was TOTALLY coincidental and had no bearing on my decision whatsoever. None.

Here, I’ll get us started:

I am grateful for these pink polka-dot pajama pants that John gave me for Christmas.

Try to look past the crazy perspective of this photo. Have you ever tried taking a picture of your own legs? It’s not as easy as it looks.

But I’m even MORE grateful for the amazing husband I have who puts toothpaste on my toothbrush every day for me and loves me even when I’m wearing these pink polka-dot pajama pants. Which is seriously a win for both of us since he sees me in them 23 hours a day.

Sorry, babe.

He loves to wear pink, too.

I am grateful for the beautiful way a child’s mind works when we slow down and take the time to pay attention to it. (a daily reminder for me)

Some little blonde girl left these things on my nightstand. The silver sequined crown is so that “I have something pretty to look at while she’s at school.”

The Play-doh is “to make my room smell nice” because she knows how much I love the way Play-doh smells.

JOY.

PURE. JOY.

I am grateful for the relationship I have with my wonderful mom. And I am seriously grateful that she kicked cancer straight in the ass and can now focus on more important things like her impressive bowling average and her biker babe status.

With a little less boob and a lot more life.

*Disclaimer: my mom would never say “bad-ass.”

I am grateful that we get to take our little lady to this place in a few days:

I work in the travel industry with the most incredible people from every corner of the world. Being in this field has shown me how enriching and fulfilling it can be to expose ourselves and our children to other cultures, ways of thinking, foods, religions. I am so grateful for the chance to look beyond myself. My life. My daily routines and beliefs.

Whoa, that was pretty deep.

I am also grateful for this cheese that was 50% off at the store the other day. It is seriously good. And SUPER stinky.*

*Disclaimer: it was not on a crazy sale because it was about to pass its prime, people. They were having a cheese promotion. I have (a few) standards. Sheesh.

In summary, I am grateful that I still have 23 hours left to pack for our trip. And to wear these pink polka-dot pajamas.

What are you feeling grateful for? I’d love to hear from you!