what am i thankful for?

Thanksgiving. On this day every year, we are supposed to take a look at what we are thankful for. Count our blessings. Spend time with family and friends. Blah Blah Blah. What about all the things we AREN'T thankful for? After a day filled with "I'm thankful for my family" and "I'm thankful for my kids".... I'd like to share my list of what I'm NOT thankful for.
i am NOT thankful for:

• the fourth poopy diaper in a row.
• the Tupperware blanketing my kitchen floor.
• non-washable makers.
• no room for my shows on the DVR.
• little hands pulling my pajama pants down while i'm cooking breakfast.
• singing "baby bumble bee" again.
• the fifth poopy diaper in a row.
• tripping over shoes in the entryway.
• single dirty sock under the couch.
• finding that rotten baby bottle that was tossed behind the crib.
• stinky bathroom drains.
• cleaning the microwave.
• 6 baskets of laundry to fold.
• scary movies.
• snot.
• the sixth poopy diaper in a row. (what have you been eating?!?!)
• crumbs. everywhere.
• stepping on a matchbox car in the middle of the night.
• drool between my toes.
• suckers stuck to the carpet in my car.
• hearing "MOM!" the last time before bed.
• crooked lamps.
• silence (when the kids are NOT sleeping).

Overall, I give thanks for my many blessings in life. But honoring those things that make my blood boil gives me a reason to finish that bottle of wine I have sitting on the counter.

Is this my life?

I am a mom. I have four children. I work. I clean. I cook. I went back to college at 30. What was I thinking?
This is my life. I think. Sometimes I don't know whether I'm coming or going. I forget my kids birthday's (not really, just occasionally when people ask me and expect an answer too quickly). I don't have time to volunteer in my kid's classrooms. I'm too busy, really. I leave dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. Or the counter. Or the table. Whichever has the most surface area at the time. I currently have four baskets of clean laundry in my living room. I would wager I have at least that many full of dirty laundry too. I don't remember the last time I scrubbed the bathroom floors. Actually, I don't remember the last time I saw the bathroom floors. I think they are tile.
I grew up thinking I could do it all. I could be a mother, work, enjoy time with my girlfriends, travel....until I had a child. Then I thought I could still be a mom (afterall, they don't let you give the baby back), work and occasionally enjoy time with my girlfriends. Until baby #2. Now I began to question myself. I can still handle the mom thing (though, now there are more baby bottles in my house than wine bottles...which could be a problem), and I can still manage to squeeze a few hours of gainful employment in there once in a while. Now baby #3 comes along. Well, now I spend most of my time trying to figure out how to just tackle being a mom, let alone all the other wonderful things I used to dream about. Add step-son age 11 (all you middle school moms are nodding) and now...I ask myself "IS THIS MY LIFE?"
What happened to going to Europe? What happened to living in a funky downtown apartment in New York City? What happened to weekend trips to Vegas with the girls? Babies happened. And they ruined my life.