My grandchildren are coming over this weekend, and they love me. They will be grateful that their red aprons are washed and hanging on the hook in the kitchen where they belong. We may do some canning this weekend.
Last night I spent hours on the phone crying. I am grateful for friends who answer the phone and listen to me when I am like that. I am grateful that they can tell the truth without being harsh or critical. They know that I know... when I am being a bit over the top, when I am being self-centered, when I am overreacting. I do know, you know.
Do you know what I am most grateful for this morning (aside from the fact that it is Friday)? It is that I am a grown woman who is not dependent upon a relationship with a man (or anyone else) for my livelihood, my home, my sustenance. I am grateful that I was able at a certain point to say - gee, mary, you better get on the ball here and get a life of your own. And I did that. Now I have it. And no matter who comes along and no matter what their behavior is like, I still have my pretty little home and my roses in the front and back yards.
Let's stay sober this weekend, OK?