Today was one of THOSE days. You know the ones. You wake up, hopeful it will be a good day. Heck, tomorrow is Friday! That's a step in the right direction already, right? You wake up hopeful but the day goes downhill anyway.
Today was one of those days where my older two fought nonstop. I'm pretty sure they were fighting over who was breathing more at one point.
Today was one of those days where my baby was in a mood. Nothing made him happy. He asked for milk; he cried because I gave him milk. He asked for waffles; he cried because I gave him waffles. He asked for yogurt; he cried because I have him yogurt. Today, he took a morning nap without a complaint (first time this year).
Today was one of those days where my older two were fighting so loudly that they woke their brother up from his afternoon nap. His afternoon attitude made his morning attitude seem peaceful.
Today was one of those days where my baby took poop out of his diaper and threw it on the floor...where his five year old brother smoothed it into the carpet. Why, you might ask? "Poop is funny, mommy."
Today was one of those days where I felt like I got nothing done. Child refereeing, dishes, lunches, snacks, homework, naps, snacks, breaking up fights.
Today was one of those days when my seven year old worked on her homework while I worked on mine. Two girls, sitting at their desks, working on homework.
Today was one of those days when I got to read more of The Borrowers to my daughter. It's rapidly becoming one of her favorite books.
Today was one of those days when my five year old snuggled with me and fell asleep on the couch. Curled up, he still fits under his favorite baby blanket.
Today was one of those days when I got the best good night hugs and kisses.
Today was one of those days. I failed and succeeded. There was yelling and tears and love and hugs.
Today was one of those days
