tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post3707273594602533661..comments2023-06-02T05:01:39.954-04:00Comments on A Year of Gratitude-Health, Wealth and Happiness for Free: Wanna Swap? by Angie LedbetterBarbara Quinnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03368573673669042714noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-64294433403483422672008-02-12T10:20:00.000-05:002008-02-12T10:20:00.000-05:00Well sweetie, I can relate. I do have my tree dow...Well sweetie, I can relate. I do have my tree down but not all the decorations back in the attic. I also see clutter from things not done, but I learned a long time ago to just enjoy the day. it doesn't matter what you cleaned or didn't, what matters is the day you spend with your loved ones while they are here. My husband always used to tell me I lived in ABC order, because I couldn't handle anything out of place so I would constantly run myself ragged, but at the end of the day everything was in ABC order! I was totally exhausted but my house was in order. Then my mother had cancer and she came to live with us so I could care for her. My ABC world was crumbling around me and I had the hardest time handling that. I couldn't let go, I couldn't accept I wasn't wonder woman after all. At the end of the day I was exhausted, and nothing was in order. I had to let go. Then one day I looked in my moms eyes with my 2year old son next to her "reading" her a story from his book and realized this is what it is all about. Not the clutter or what we didn't get done. If any one comes over, I'm sorry for the mess, but I'm spending time with my family while we are all here. And you know what, I do take those naps in the afternoon on the weekends now, that at one time I would have thought I would die before I would let that happen. So i can tell you there isn't anyone I would wanna swap with.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-43617789914525527742008-02-12T09:35:00.000-05:002008-02-12T09:35:00.000-05:00Great food for thought, both of you.Great food for thought, both of you.Angie Ledbetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16407006980893727627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-30439595917065559552008-02-12T08:53:00.000-05:002008-02-12T08:53:00.000-05:00What is it about the weekend that feels so sacred?...What is it about the weekend that feels so sacred? I remember when my daughter was a baby how cheated I felt because she couldn't tell a weekend from a weekday and woke up just as early and just as hungry, and needed a nap at the same time on Saturday and Sunday as she did during the week. <BR/><BR/>You've got the right idea. Realistic expectations are the first step toward gratitude.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12456734276020287727noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751877036536774816.post-38109243710951786822008-02-12T08:08:00.000-05:002008-02-12T08:08:00.000-05:00I think about that sometimes. Instead of trading, ...I think about that sometimes. Instead of trading, I think, well, how do I change what I got to where it settles on my shoulders better? course, that said, there are some things that can't be changed, but then maybe even that's a copy out for me *laugh*Kathryn Magendiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12863595228298349863noreply@blogger.com