There are crappy times in the life of any mother, stay-at-home or not. I like to gripe as much as anyone about how I'd love to have a cook and a trainer and a cleaning lady and a personal secretary. I'd love to just homeschool and chill with the kids and chase them around and read and write and travel with my family and go on dates with my man and always dress fashionably and have great hair and makeup. So there's the Mommy Curse: to have these wonderful blessings and this great life, we have to deal with all the crap (sometimes literally) that goes along with it.
As we come up on Thanksgiving, I think we're called to really reflect on what we are grateful for, on our blessings. There are always two ways to look at things. Like, for example:
Sure, we are broke, but if we were rich we would probably turn into total JERKS like so many do.
Sure, your kids has autism or Down Syndrome or some other health concern, but at least he is ALIVE.
Sure, your marriage is in trouble, but there is always HOPE and HELP.
Sure, my husband travels for work, but that just means he has a JOB.
Sure, the house is always a mess, but at least we have a place to LIVE.
Sure, my car is dinged up and sometimes doesn't want to start, but at least we have a way to GO PLACES.