I wonder if it’s time for bed yet, I thought last night… only to glance at the clock and have it inform me it was only 6:16.
Yesterday was one of those days.
When every child had some sort of drama going on. Nothing major but everyone had something.
And one decided to have an absolute screaming, crying meltdown over something so tiny that I actually looked up and raced over to him to check to make sure he hadn’t somehow broken a bone instead of him just reacting to a simple request. No broken bones, and probably not the child you’re thinking of, if you personally know my kids.
Add in that I can feel a cold or some other kind of sickness creeping in and I was over the day. Over it, good night, see ya when everyone isn’t losing their shit over insignificant nothings.
But then I felt lucky.
No, not oh every moment spent with my children is a blessing lucky, but lucky that most days aren’t this hard.
That usually, our days are filled with more laughter than tears.
With more cuddles than wails.
Our days are more peaceful than not (though that doesn’t necessarily mean quiet).
It took a bad day to make me remember that.
But now I’ve got this to read as a reminder so I’d be okay if it was a long time until we had another day like that. Oh, and while I couldn’t go to bed at 6:16 last night, you can bet I was in bed as early as I could be. Sometimes, sleep is magic.