Taking for granted the simple things

Last night Abby knocked a huge glass serving dish off the counter and it shattered. I had hand washed it and set it on the counter to dry. I cried, not because of the dish but because of the concept of her constantly breaking things on purpose. This sounds so stupid but when I go to other people's houses I feel so envious that they can put things on coffee tables, side tables, consoles, kitchen counters, in baskets, and have floor plants. We can't put anything under 4 feet unless we want it destroyed. There are some simple things that I miss. I am going to try to make an effort to enjoy the simple things that I AM able to enjoy and try not to take things for granted.