{21 days} trying to be grateful

Between last Saturday and this next Sunday, my calendar is jam packed.

I am exhausted just thinking about it.

I woke up on this gorgeous Veterans Day with a basic plan in my head of what I must get done today in order for the remainder of the week to function somewhat normally .

{most of it included cleaning, laundry, and grocery shopping}

My house is typically a disaster Monday morning.

{somehow the weekend is really rough on my house}

{today was no exception}

...but today add the forts in the family room that my children slept in.

I knew I had my work cut out for me

{and hopefully a handful of happy helpers would join in}

After a brief laundry fold and basic stuff pick up, Jake called and invited us to go to work with him.

{Thats something we don't pass up}

I showered and got dressed as fast as possible

{like 10 minutes}

And loaded my sweets into the car.

We drove around the valley with my man and even stopped for a Wendy's lunch break.

During one of our stops, Jake went inside to visit with a homeowner and I took the wiggly kids to the greenbelt next to the house to run.

They played and climbed on every surface.

A few landscapers came by and sat down and watched the crazy antics.

They continuously whistled at me and made cat calls.

{I ignored them}

{and refused to look in their direction}

When Jake came out, we loaded into the car for some more family time.

As we began driving away, I told Jake about the whistles, stares, and possible air kisses.

{with a hint of laughter}

My hubby slammed on the brakes, looked at me with full seriousness, and asked,

 "would you like me to go defend your honor?"

I about died laughing so hard.

Defend my honor?

Really?

Luckily, I talked him out of any defending and we drove back home in just enough time for me to get ready, pick up a babysitter, and head to another wedding with my man.

We sat at the wedding... and cocktail hour... and dinner...

{which seemed like it lasted for.ev.er.}

It was already past our kids bed time as we pulled up to the house.

Somehow my house was not any cleaner than it was earlier in the morning.

{it may have even gotten dirtier}

We sent the kids off to bed to be rested for school and I surveyed the damage that remained untouched all day.

{and it wasn't good}

I nearly cried tears as I realized that my bed still had piles of folded laundry on it.

We couldn't even go to sleep and act like this wasn't happening.

Luckily when I get frustrated, I can clean very quickly... and efficiently.

Jake chuckled as I sped through the house like a girl on a mission.

{because I was}

When I finally came to a point where I could allow myself to stop, I sat down and recapped the day in my head.

All of the cleaning that I had planned today could be done another day.

{and I will have thousands of days to do that}

{Spending a day with my out-of-school kids and honey would not wait for another day}

I had actually made the wiser choice today.

{and for that I am grateful}