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I’m Ever-Grateful to be Vexed

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Every time I get a forwarded email from my dad — something about angels watching over me and how I need to squeeze my eyes shut tight, pray two Hail Marys, and make three wishes and then forward it to everyone in my address book if I don’t want to get a menacing phone call the next day — I cringe a little at the possible implications of hitting delete… or losing my friends if I don’t. And then I bow my head in gratitude because it means that not only is Dad very much alive, he’s feeling well enough to send me chain letters. Thank you for thinking of me, Dad.

Every time my brother forwards me a text message joke, the kind that makes me cry with laughter but that I can’t repeat to ANYONE in ANY social setting EVER, I curse him a little. Not because of the way that my boss just looked at me when I received the text but because, sadly, I don’t have unlimited text messaging and this tomfoolery doesn’t come cheap. And yet! I secretly rejoice with every joke because it means that he hasn’t dropped off the face of the earth. My little brother,who can disappear for YEARS at a time, just thought about me now and tried to make me pee my pants. Thanks, Bud.

Every time I look inside my son’s backpack or dresser drawer and find fifteen Ziploc baggies filled with everything from marbles to miniature Lego men to three-month-old sandwiches, my graying hair turns a little grayer. Because that storage cabinet we just bought for all his knick-knack doohickies is doing nothing but collecting dust and looking way too INDUSTRIAL in an otherwise cute room. And then I remember that he uses the baggies because of their mobility and transparency and because he really is trying to keep me from screaming at him about that $%@! figurine I just stepped on with my wet, bare foot as I was getting out of the shower. Thanks, Son.

Every time my husband turns the thermostat dial all the way down at bedtime, I heave deep sighs of vexation as I pull on an extra pair of wool socks and blow into my already-cold hands. But then he offers me his warm feet and doesn’t complain when I shiver for that half hour it takes for me to glean all the heat from his supernatural hotness. It would be romantic if I didn’t look so silly in my knit cap and mittens. But the generosity of his warmth… it really is sweet. So thanks, honey.

I’m thankful for that episode of flu that kept me home from work for a few days. And speaking of work, I’m thankful that I’m so buried in it that I’ll be forced to avoid the shopping malls on Black Friday. It’ll save me a bundle which is FABULOUS seeing as how I’ll need some extra cash to pay for my text messaging, and maybe some earmuffs….

So what are some beautiful exasperations that you are thankful for this Thanksgiving?

-Catherine Dix

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  • comment avatar Amber November 25, 2008

    Love this post! My life is filled with beautiful exasperations and I’ll probably think of more and more throughout the day. My first thought was just how grateful I am that I will never go to the bathroom by myself again with my kids around. Because doesn’t everyone love an audience? 🙂

  • comment avatar Marge November 25, 2008

    When I open my reader and it’s chock-full and I wonder sometimes why I even bother with the blogosphere when I’m this busy. There are hundreds to read and I haven’t written in days and my stats are in the single digits. But I am greatful for the friends I’ve made online and I know that they have full readers too and it’s ok because they will still be there to read when I’m able to post again. And that makes me thankful for blogging.

  • comment avatar Catherine November 25, 2008

    Good one, Marge! Blogging really can be a chore, but so so rewarding.

    With four kids, I totally relate to that one, Amber. 🙂

  • comment avatar Amber Johnson November 26, 2008

    I thought of another one–I’m really grateful when I have to get up all night with the kids because it prove to me just how incredible the body is to be able to function on only a few hours of sleep!

  • comment avatar Lori November 26, 2008

    You forgot that exasperating cow.

    I’m grateful for your cow.

    And my kids who drive me crazy 95% of the time but make it all worth it the other 5.

  • comment avatar Aimee Greeblemonkey December 14, 2008

    you are so much more of a better person than I am!!! :)))

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