How do I even begin to count my blessings?

I should begin my blog by introducing myself.  I'm a busy mom of two beautiful girls, wife to John and 5th grade school teacher. My feet usually stick to my kitchen floor when I walk. If I lay on my carpet to play with the kids,I usually get up with bits of lint, dirt and who knows what stuck to my clothing. My laundry room is impassible and when I get into my bed at night, I usually roll over on smooshed crackers and melted ice cream sandwich. But that's okay with me. 

My kids are fed, clothed, bathed and happy. My students are inspired, learned and disciplined. My husband is, ....well, he is John and I love him, and most days he loves me...

I'm a mess, something I've  reminded myself of daily for the past four years. I can't remember anything, I'm always late and my car's gas light is always on. I have so many faults. I have so many failures. But I am so blessed. 

I am my biggest critic. I strive to be the best wife, mother, teacher, daughter, housekeeper, and friend that I can be. I know I always fall short. I'm so thankful God forgives my shortcomings. I'm so thankful that I am His and He loves me just the way I am.