I sat down in front of the computer twice yesterday evening to write about my day. To talk about how much I enjoyed it. How much I needed it.
And every time I couldn’t find the right words. I kind of don’t think they exist in the English language. And the only phrases I know in any other language are “where’s the bathroom?” and “we’re here for the beer.” (Which are handy phrases to know in conjunction with one another.)
I’m in a much, much better place right now.
(I mean, there’s still naptime to go, thus potential for more shit smearing. o_o )
But right now? I’m good. We’re good.
Today has been good.
We all got a full night’s sleep last night and then we had a playdate with friends this morning (Hi, Jana and Henry!).
My mind is clear and I don’t feel like screaming and throwing things. I don’t feel like quitting or running away.
And my toes are pretty, and that’s always a good thing.