A great day

Today was a great day.

There’s been a lot of not great around here this week. Cranky kids and a cranky mom and we were all just cranky.

“Grumpos,” as Joshua has taken to calling us. And he was right.

But not today.

Today was the kind of day my heart needed. The kind of day that sort of reframes the entire week because it was just so good.

There was plenty about today that could have sent it spiraling straight into bad day territory. But it didn’t go there.

There are some weeks when the three of us just sort of drive each other nuts. It’s like we spend so much time together that we desperately need a break from each other but, well, where are we all going to go to get away from one another?

They can’t drive and I can’t exactly leave them here alone to take care of themselves.

(I mean, yes, there’s the nanny. But I can’t call her at the drop of a hat and expect she’s available or pre-schedule the days we’re going to have meltdowns, you know? So that’s not a workable solution when we’re in the thick of it.)

But those days? They seem interminable. It feels like there’s no time to regroup and change direction so I just get blasted with wave after wave of emotion, both mine and theirs.

Those days are rough.

But today wasn’t one of those days.

I’m not sure why there are some days when I can just roll on past whatever obstacle gets thrown my way while I spend other days being tripped up by them.  It’s weird. I know which way I prefer things to go, but I also know that it’s not always going to happen that way.

I don’t know why today was different. Why the fog that settled on the earlier part of this week suddenly lifted.

But I know enough to know I have to take my victories when I can.

Today was a great day.