Thankful Thursday

Every Thursday I am going to ask you to look at your own life and realize what you are truly thankful for...besides the fact the weekend is just around the corner.

• I have a loving, supportive husband who does whatever he can for me. Today he took Li with him to go do laundry so I could have some much needed time to myself. Those two hours felt truly magical.
• I got a phone call yesterday from the developmental pediatrician's office saying that Li's autism evaluation exam got moved up from August 3rd to next Tuesday, the 25th! This practically ensures that enrolling him for school -- in  fantastic school district -- shouldn't be much of an issue!
• Last night Oklahoma got hit with some nasty storms with documented tornadoes in and around the Stillwater area; they were also coming right this way! My best friend in the whole world, an avid storm chaser, made sure that me and my family were safe by texting us what we should do and where we should go in case the storm s does gets tornadic. Even though I was worried, it was great knowing that I had someone there easing my fears.

Migraine Mondays

Monday: A word that I have always hated. It was the start of the school week, the regular work week, the day that usually had the worst television shows on when I was a teenager. It was the one day each week where I would blast "Manic Monday" from the Bangles as it tried to drown out the sorrow in my voice. As I have gotten older, I started to call this dreaded time of the week "Migraine Monday": I used to think that the weekend was sped up by an evil do-gooder just so Mondays would make its appearance sooner. I thought this do-gooder was the ruler of a rapid time space continuum of hell.

The last few weeks have provided me with a better liking for Mondays: My hubs has had Tuesday off. On these Mondays, I have been able to think about in just a few short hours, I will be able to spend an entire day with him instead of watching him drive off to work. Unfortunately, these Tuesdays aren't filled with us loading up the minivan and driving to some exotic location the US Plains has to offer us....unless you count us loading up hampers of dirty mentionables and driving across town to a prefab laundromat and then later doing other tedious adult responsibilities. It's not exactly the day I dream about having every week but spending time with my husband makes up for most of it. Besides spending a few hours doing laundry, we are also going to the admissions center for our local public school system; we want to see what we need to do to get Munch enrolled.

I am going to try and happily end tonight, curing my Monday by watching one of my favorite shows, House. It seem that I have been prescribed a double dose of Hugh Laurie's blue eyes, one scruffy chin, and 50 milligrams of fake American brogue.

Groundhog Day, 2010

Did you ever see that Bill Murray smash hit Groundhog Day where he is having the same dreaded day over and over...and over...again? I am not sure if there are inconspicuous cameras all around me, but I am starting to feel like I am starring in a 2010 version of the same film. Let me admit that I started to look for cameras in random spots throughout the house because I swear I am living my own Groundhog Day. My 3.5 year old son Munch is not listening to a word I say. For a moment, I think I was shocked by this revelation but then it hit me: This is just a typical day in the O' House! I think I should be even more surprised if he were to listen to me for an entire day! Dare to dream?