Posted on | November 30, 2012 | 2 Comments
Yesterday was one of those days when for whatever reason, it seemed like everything was wrong.
Do you know what I mean? It’s not like anything major actually GOES wrong… it’s just that it feels wrong. Your clothes fit funny, your hair doesn’t do right, you can’t run a mile on the treadmill because your left leg feels like it’s about to secede from the rest of you. I made spaghetti for dinner and the noodles wouldn’t get soft, even after almost 17 minutes of cooking. Then I sprinkled cheese on top only to find the cheese was molded and smelled like ass.
It’s was THAT kind of day. Tons of little things that add up to a blah sort of day that leaves you snapping at your kids and ignoring your dogs.
I finally apologized to J for my attitude, wrapping my arms around him and telling him that I’d hurt my back and was sorry for how snippy I’d been all evening.
“I’ve just had a bad day, buddy,” I nuzzled his neck with a bear growl and a tickle and he laughed a little then nodded. He watched me sit down on the sofa then snuggled up close beside me, laying his head on my shoulder.
“I had a bad day, too, Mommy. But tomorrow will be better. Cause Christmas is coming soon. And I love you, anyway, Mommy.”
I kissed his forehead and thought to myself, toddlers can be so very wise. He’s right. Tomorrow can always be better, Christmas IS coming soon, and who can be upset with the sweet unconditional love of a three year old tucked in your pocket? I smiled for maybe the first time all day.
“Thanks, buddy. I love you, too.” I tousled his hair.
Just as I was about to tell him how smart he was, he pulled away and stood up.
“I poo poo’ed in my pants,” he shrugged, and walked off toward the bathroom.
Baby steps on the genius factor.