I'm convinced that I was meant to live in this day and age. Without intervention of modern medicine, my mother and I wouldn't even be here. If by some miracle I had survived my birth, there is a great chance I would not have survived the births of my children. I am painfully intolerant of the cold and am terrified of extended voyages across the ocean. Given that I almost gave up baking my own bread until I got my stand mixer, I can't imagine how I'd do making my own flour. Without my steamer, panini grill, and microwave, I might never cook at all.
As I am preparing some food on Thanksgiving Eve for the big dinner, Husband is lounging around doing absolutely nothing, demanding that I bring him food, water, and medicine like someone who just had knee surgery or something and can't walk - maybe because he did - Missey is underfoot trying to help with every measure and stir, and Bug is QUITITGOSITDOWN! Bug is cranky and needs a bath. Even after his extended bedtime ritual, he doesn't want to sleep. I catch him playing in his room half an hour after laying him down, then he throws a fit. Missey is done grating the cheese and needs another job. My feet hurt, my back hurts, smelling all this food has me hungry, and I'm exhausted. Hectic as all this is, I am grateful for every last minute of it - and not just on this one day.
