I'm fed-up. Proper fed-up.
We've had no boiler for over a week now, and this arctic weekend especially has been a bit miserable as we all tried to keep warm huddled round an electric heater. I'm fed-up of being cold, I'm fed-up of not being able to have a hot shower and I'm fed-up of struggling to dry all our clothes.
And you know it's ok for me to feel fed-up because it hasn't been a particularly pleasant week – and because my fedupness (that's a word, honest) is vastly overshadowed by my gratefulness.
- I am so grateful that we do actually have a roof over our heads and ways of keeping warm under it, even when the central heating isn't working.
- I am grateful to have amazing parents who have helped us out, least of all with the use of their shower and radiators!
- I am grateful to have had lots of offers of help from friends and to now have some hypothermia preventing electric heaters that some amazing friends did a late night dash to get us from their office.
- I am grateful that if we do need hot water I can boil the kettle or heat up a pan of water.
- I am grateful that I have got plenty clothes so have been wearing on average 4 layers a day!
- I am grateful that me, my husband and our 2 children are all robust and healthy and able to cope with a bit of cold and disruption.
- And I am grateful that tomorrow, hopefully, our brand new boiler will be being fitted and our short-lived but challenging boilerless life will come to an end.
And I could go on. (But don't worry, I won't)
Being grateful isn't about everything being perfect, or even everything going right! It is about being genuinely thankful for the things you do have and for recognising all the good things in your life even when things do go a bit pear-shaped. And sometimes remembering to do this can be hard – especially when things are really tough.
But I do, sincerely believe, that even in the darkest times there are things to be grateful for. We just need to be willing to find them. Being grateful doesn't take the bad times or the challenges away – it just makes them more manageable to get through!
So, I remain fed-up (and yeah, verging on feeling sorry for myself sometimes!) but never once, am I losing sight of how lucky I am.