Blessed

I’m done.  I’m done wallowing in self-pity and moping around.  I re-read my last post and cringed.  I was going to delete it, but then decided I wouldn’t.  Because as embarrassing as it was, that’s how I felt at the time.  And what’s the point of writing on here if I don’t admit things like that?

So…  What did it take for me to get over it?  A dose of reality.  Not mine, though.  

First, on Saturday while LagosDad was at work and V was napping, I watched Giuliana and Bill.  Ever seen it?  It’s a reality show if you don’t know it already.  I don’t usually watch it, but there was nothing else on.

I already knew that they were trying to get pregnant and I knew that she’d had a miscarriage and then got breast cancer.

They covered all these things in the episode I watched.  Giuliana had had a mastectomy, and they’d found someone to carry a baby for them after several failed attempts at IVF.

They were thrilled.  They were so thrilled that they were finally going to have a baby, even though she wasn’t carrying it herself.

I cried.  I cried and realised how blessed I actually am.  I have so much to be grateful for.  And yes, it’s a reality TV show, but it seriously put things into perspective for me.

I hadn’t been on Twitter much over the weekend, it’s taken a bit of a backseat for me lately (no reason really).  I signed in last night for the first time on Sunday and was absolutely shocked by what I was seeing.  And that was the second thing that did it for me.

No one should have to lose a child.  No one.  And I am so sorry for Jennie’s loss.  My thoughts and prayers are with her and her family.

I spent the evening in tears, wanting to wake Vinay and hold him.  

While my heart aches for Jennie’s family, I find myself counting my blessings once again.

I will not sit around and think about what I don’t have.  Because then I’ll be missing out on what I *do* have.

I’ve snapped out of it now.  

Life is too precious to wallow and mope, and I have too much to be grateful for.

 

 

This Week I’m Grateful For… Rolo

My dog, Rolo, will be seven years old in September.  I remember going to see him and the rest of the litter just a few days after they were born – and choosing him out of all eight of them.  I remember going to pick him up six weeks later, and I remember spending hours trying to decide on what to call him.  The picture below was taken the day after he came home.

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As a puppy he had a *lot* of energy.  He chewed all our shoes and a whole bunch of wires.  He made a mess everywhere.

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As an adult dog, he still has a lot of energy, he is spoilt rotten, high maintenance and he barks at everyone he sees from the balcony.  He sleeps on my bed and moves around all night – making it impossible for *us* to get comfortable!  He is *very* friendly, loves it when visitors come over and always begs for food.

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Although he annoys us… I couldn’t do without him.  I am so grateful for the happiness he shows when we come home (even if we’ve been out for five minutes), the love he has for us and I’m very grateful that he has taken the new addition to our family in his stride (I was very worried).  I am so grateful that he allows his tail to be pulled, his head to be patted (sometimes too hard) and his paws to be run over by Vindoo’s walker without getting (too) irritated!