Shock Wave

Nothing like a disaster in a foreign place to make you get up off your a** and be grateful.

For the past week, I have been out of sorts and in the dumps. Anxious. A mess. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me. Some suggested it was the weather. Others suggested I see a doctor for my thyroid (already do that) and some suggested I take some me time. They were all wrong. I had a bad case of Housewifitus.

The day of the earthquake in Haiti changed all of that. I watched the news reports come in showing mothers holding their injured babies with blood on their faces, I suddenly became aware of how grateful I am. In my comfy suburban house in my comfy clothes and comfy slippers, I found it ridiculous that I wasn't joyous and grateful for my life. What a spoiled brat I have become.

In my recent weight loss effort, I have bribed myself with inexpensive rewards. I have reached one of my goals and should be buying myself a new lipstick. Instead, I am going to go on the Salvation Army's website and donate money to the relief effort in Haiti. I am not a doctor or relief person that can help the people I saw on the news. But, I am a mother. I cannot ignore another mother's pain and pretend someone else will send in the donations for food and water. I will do something. Won't you?

Every dollar counts. Small donations help. If we all give a little bit, together, we can help save their lives!