Living with multiple little people, you enter a zone called the “half” zone.
Currently I walk around in a state of stupor, shaking my head and mumbling under my breath.
Room to different room I walk and I see the same thing!
Half painted dining room chairs.
Clean laundry half folded.
A half-clean kitchen.
Half eaten cereal.
A half dressed child.
It is literally driving me insane. But this morning after I sent my 8-year-old daughter off to school I had a real epiphany moment. I am the one that needs to readjust my attitude and celebrate the half full. Not the half empty.
I have 3 littles that run around my home like a whirlwind. My home will look like a tornado for quite some time. And while I walk through the tornado, I need to remember to see the furniture that is still standing.
Even if the other half is knocked over. On the floor. Next to the remainder of the half-eaten cereal. Which my pint-sized littles, that are currently half the size of a grown human, put there.
Half full, my friends. Half full.
What about you? What are you thankful for—even if it’s currently in a state of half?