How to Survive Life in the Suburbs

A Change in Priorities

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Before I was a (hot) Mama in the Suburbs I was thankful for the usual things:
-Great Job
-Cute Apartment with inadequate closet space but 2 parking spots
-Fabulous Shoes
-Best Boytoy ever
-Happy Hour
You know, the usual.
Then I got married, moved to the suburbs and WHAM~my priorities changed.
Oh yes, like every good Mommy I am thankful for the predictable stuff:
-Stand up Hubby, Health, Baby’s first smile, kid made the soccer team, blah blah blah.
This is NOT the list I am talking about.

I’m talking about the Real Life, Nitty Gritty, makes it possible for me to get out of bed and tackle the day moments that get you through!
I’m thankful that the dog licked the chocolate pudding off the ceramic floor so I didn’t have to clean it up. (please don’t judge)
I’m thankful to Band-Aids and bow to their awesome magical power to heal.
I am ridiculously thankful for the one night a year my in-laws take the girls overnight to make Gingerbread houses. We have the house to ourselves!
I’m thankful to Doctors who work crazy hours at walk in clinics so my kids don’t have to suffer through the night with a raging ear infection that came out of nowhere.
I’m thankful to the makers of Tylenol. Children’s and Adult!
(OK I might have been thankful for Tylenol before)
I’m thankful to find one last unused Kleenex in the depths of my purse when I needed it most.
3rd row seats in my SUV make me all kinds of happy.
I’m thankful when Hubby decides to fold an entire load of teeny underwear and T-shirts without being nagged and then runs the vacuum too! Do you know how hot that is???
I’m thankful that the kids who cut the grass think it’s funny to run over the poop mines our black lab leaves outside. No scooping for me this week, fertilizer for the world!
I’m thankful for coffee to get me through when it’s been a bad night, and chardonnay to ease my trouble when it has been a rough day.
I am blessed beyond measure to have such wonderful kids, but I am thankful for the little things that get me through my day.

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    2. I agree with Trish…this is def. fridge material. I think it’s little things like this that keep us moms sane and in touch with the real us [the one that isn’t covered in spit-up and carrying a diaper bag.]