I keep gaining weight. But I'm grateful that my body can produce enough milk to feed my baby.
We are seriously having awful financial problems. But I'm grateful we have a home, cars that run, food in the fridge, clothing on our backs, and Internet service.
My depression keeps gnawing at my mind. But I'm grateful I know the triggers and I know how to head it off before it takes over.
The house is a disaster and I feel I have no control over it. But I'm grateful for kids who can help and occasionally help without whining.
I feel isolated and alone a lot of the time. But I'm grateful for friends who I can talk to and activities that get me out of the house.
I'm afraid (constantly afraid) that I'm ruining my six children. But I'm grateful for glimpses of their generous characters and how they can rise above their trials (which include an overbearing, angry, depressed mother).
The dishwasher broke. But I'm grateful we still have running water.
The laundry is never-ending and infuriating (especially with two bed-wetters). But I'm grateful for clothing and washing machines.
I get very little sleep due to night-time feedings and staggered nap times. But I'm grateful I have children who I feed in the night and who stagger their nap times.
I can't seem to pull myself back into healthy eating. But I'm grateful that I know HOW to do it (when I will just do it!).
People I love are making choices that break my heart. But I'm grateful that I have a heart to break.