It was a terrible, horrible, no good, really bad day.
It just was.
It was one of those days where I was awakened at the crack of dawn, and right away- I just couldn't find myself. Nothing felt proper, my kindness seemed all used up and all I really wanted was to just close the blinds, crawl in bed and hide until the day had passed.
looking back, I can see that it probably would have been wiser if I had. I was curt and sarcastic and said things I shouldn't have- and I knew, I knew I needed to to just stop. To pull myself out of this funk, restart and move on. It seemed so simple, yet I couldn't figure a way out. I was terribly lost in this day, wallowing in it's ugliness.
Then the wilds started waking up from their nap, stumbling out of their room one by one they converged. Piling on top of me, smothering me with their stinky breath and big smooches. These kiddos don't understand a bad day, they don't get the terms 'space' and a 'moment.' They just love wholeheartedly and unconditionally. Their childlike displays of kindness and need were a gentle cleansing rain, washing away any left behind yucks and leaving me fresh and restored.
We managed to scrap together the evening, piecing it into something good. Their were extra tight squeezes and more goodnight kisses then I could even count. There were late night snacks and stolen moments to chat about loose teeth and cupcakes. We made it thru.
Now, I'm bundled up in my bed awaiting the morning. A little leg is thrown over mine, and a chubby hand keeps thumping down on the keyboard as a type- and I am overwhelmed with gratitude. Thankful to have a crew who loves me regardless- of a terrible, horrible, no good, really bad day.
Thank goodness it's Friday- Have a great weekend friends.