I spent my Thanksgiving fretting because when Butch dropped them with dad for the 5 day weekend (I was at home waiting for an electrician) Xav showed his dad his report card which had "needs improvement" in places. The sperm donor to my munchkins actually said "Do you know what THAT means? It means you're a RETARD."
Xav's response.... (when we picked them up 5 days later).... (bless his little heart..he didn't say it in a I Hate My Dad kind of a way)..
Xav's response.... (when we picked them up 5 days later).... (bless his little heart..he didn't say it in a I Hate My Dad kind of a way)..
"Mom, I know I'm SPECIAL, that doesn't make me a RETARD."
I'm Thankful that I have two healthy children, six healthy step-children, one healthy grandchild (even if I might never get to meet many of them..)
I'm Thankful that I managed to pack our entire apartment without killing anyone in the process..
I'm Thankful that I have a job... and one that comes with rent + utilities paid for!!
I'm Thankful that I have Two of the Best Sisters that anyone could ever hope to have...
I'm Thankful that I have a Hubby who cooks, cleans (sometimes), dishes (ditto on the sometimes) and no matter how bitchy I get is still here for me after 6 years!!
I'm Thankful that my parents are still married... after 35 years... and will have their 74th anniversary.. since they're living to be 100...
I'm Thankful that I have another day to live. Another breath to breathe. In a Free Land. Food on the table. Clothes on our backs. A roof over our heads. And a loving family.
