Today was one of those days. I felt it in my bones. My joints ached before ever making myself vertical out of my bed. Getting both feet on the floor was like moving a ton of bricks.
I got a bit cynical thinking about "thankful thursday". Gratitude shamtitude. I would be grateful for a few more hours of sleep and no responsibilities for the day. Well, once I decided to get over my one person pitty party and face the facts...well, lets just say, it all starting spinning out of control. And by "it" I really mean the boy.
You see when he's not feeling well, he's wild. He doesn't listen, acts out, and tortures anyone and anything that gets in his path. It's hard to feel sorry for the little bugger, but you have to do what you have to do. By about 3pm, I wasn't sure who was going to snap first...me or the poor dog (she been taking a beating from the boy lately - although, that bitch....she can go hid and take a nap whenever she wants).
So 3pm. We've all lost our cool. The boy is crying for no reason at all, the dog is hiding, and I wanted to find myself in the fetal position in the corner rocking like a crazy person. And the it occurred to me....THE BEACH! Here comes the gratitude bit.
I quickly strapped on the suits, slathered the sun screen, and dragged the boy out the door. It was time to send all that crazy out with the tide. Something about the ocean, the waves, the sand in unmentionable places, the sun, it heals us both. We took a day that could have defeated us both and turned it into one of the best evenings.
There is not much that can't be cured with a little salty air and being buried in the sand up to your neck. Today I am so thankful that I have to ocean to wash away the weight of the world.