Ungrateful is
quarter to ten at night
and 27° F outside,
putting snow boots and
winter coats on half-
sleeping children, strapping
them into carseats to pick
the head of our household
up from work and being
angry about all of it.
I’ll look for the silver lining
instead, like I always do.
Thankful my man has a job
at all with this 7.4
unemployment rate bullshit,
thankful we have a good ride
to get us everywhere we
want and need to be,
thankful the kids are strong
and healthy (a little cool air
is good for the lungs, sons).
Thankful we make the
choices we do so I can stay
home every day to raise our
boys, and for unschooling.
We’ve got those boots and
jackets and there are many
who don’t. Apartment home,
roof over our heads and heat
to greet us walking in the
door. The end of the day,
we’re together once more.
Life isn’t perfect, but there’s
so much to be grateful for.
