Because we’ve all been feeling a bit depressed at my house, I’m going to do a “thanks God” list (stolen from DP):
1. My children: the way my 9 month old throws that spiky ball across the room because he HATES it so much. Precious. 2 1/2 year old being a right angel at the dentist the other day. 5 year old for settling in so well at school and trying his best at everything, especially handwriting which he loathes.
2. My husband: for looking after me and putting up with me and washing the dishes all the time especially the pots and pans. For SOMETIMES taking the garbage out and for sticking with this budget even when it looks like it isn’t working. For taking care of the children when I’m not in the mood and for encouraging me to leave the house once in a while.
3. My cats: My chubby checker – for looking for me at night when the kids have gone to sleep so we can have a little bit of time together IN PEACE without being poked at and screamed at and having your tail pulled – I’m so sorry. You’ve mellowed a lot since the children arrived. I am not forever mercurochroming scratches from their little hands. And the skinny minny – for just being so darn cute sitting in front of the heater not even realising your tail is BURNING.
4. My sister in Jordan: Thank God for the internerd. I am still able to talk to her about anything and everything and I know she is listening on the other end. Not just typing the “I’m so sorry”s but actually meaning them and caring for me and having the time for me, even if she is busy studying for her exams and presentations. I can’t wait to see you again.
5. Burger night every Tuesday.
6. The RAIN. Ok – i’m not getting any washing done but THE RAIN! Woohoo!
Sounds like you have an amazing family! All those boys, however do you cope with all that testosterone.. Surely at least one of the kitties is a girl? =)
Yep. The internerd is a wonderful thing indeed!
Great list!
-Aly
That puts things into perspective – what a great idea! I’ll have to try it inshaAllah. May Allah keep your family safe and healthy for you.
Salaam;
Aren’t husbands who wash dishes the best? Masha’Allah. Even if they are cranky old bears. In a family renowned for crankiness, my husband is the very crankiest. But he does the dishes. Alhumdillah, masha’Allah. It really makes life so much easier for me.
Rain. Love rain! We’ve been getting rain lately as well. Makes me happy all over to see the rain.
Aly: I LOVE my boys! Yes, praise God I have a wonderful family.
Um Ibrahim: I get sad for very silly reasons (although of course at the time, it isn’t seem as though it’s silly) so listing all the good we have can help get me out of my rut sometimes.
b: I don’t know why people tell me to get a dishwasher when I already HAVE one
The rain here is desperately needed – our dams are low. We haven’t had a good rainfall for MONTHS. Inshaallah the rain these past couple of days will help.
Ahh, I love your blog. I dunno why. I just do. Anyways:
1) If you want rain, I thoroughly suggest you move to Melbourne. Good Lord. And yet we are still on water restrictions.
2) Any chance you’ll be at the Sawt conference in canberra this weekend? (http://voices.org.au ) Not sure why I thought you would be, but can’t hurt to ask. Looks interesting. And check out Compass on Sunday night. I know Silma! Haven’t seen the film myself, but heard a lot about it.
(Just re-read (2); I swear, I’m not one of those crazy, insane, net stalkers! Was just wondering. Hahah, bet if you ever come to Melbourne, you’ll be nervously looking over your shoulder. I SWEAR, I’m normal, and I have no intention of stalking you or turning up at any of the places you frequent. Is this getting too weird? I will shut up now.)
Salamaat,
isn’t being grateful a curious thing? The more you try to contemplate on it; and list it out; the more you find you have to be grateful for.
May Allah keep you conscious and grateful always (amin).
Aww…you are the princess of your family:) how cute:)
(I tried replying to this post a few days ago but it didn’t work).
You will see me again on the 15th September insha Allah. Stop.
Domestic Airport. Stop.
(No flight numbers here in case stalkers read your blog. Stop).
Be there. Stop.
Or just come see me at Mum’s. Stop.
Bring boyses. Stop.
*******
I also know how to send a telegram in Arabic. Because *that* will come in handy some day…