a successful day…

Today was a successful day in the land of “impropers.” Well, successful for the most part.  I still have around a half ton of dirty laundry to reason with, but lately, that is of no consequence to me.  I am immune to the piles.  Unless, of course, no one can find underwear.  Then, there’s a problem.  So…I better get on that.

I woke up to two snuggly kiddos on either side of me, giggling as they tried to sneak in and steal some time on a rare morning that daddy was already gone and they woke before mommy.  After a few minutes, we thought we better get moving.  I hopped in the shower and called Jordan to get in right as I was getting out so I could wash him up.  He got in right away and there were no problems in getting ready for school.  He moved quickly and without incident.

Jordan jumped off the bus when he got home and showed me his daily report from his teacher – the third day in a row this week that he got all smiley faces for his focus and behavior during class.  He worked on homework, had a healthy snack, and then went outside to play with friends.  It’s dinner time and he just kindly asked for ten more minutes of play before he has to come in.  So I said yes.  Because he asked nicely and without a fit.

Why are some days so easy and without incident where others are ridiculously like all of us are trudging through quick sand to get the basics done, and even that is asking too much.  I swear there is not one thing that I do differently.  I know there is supposedly nothing but the “pistons in the brain firing differently” from day to day, but that just doesn’t do it for me.  I need a miracle formula that makes for days like this every day.  Do they sell those on eBay?

Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining.   I love days/weeks that things are so darn easy.  I just wish I knew how to replicate them.

3 thoughts on “a successful day…

  1. I so wish that I could get mine out of my bed. She WONT leave and I don’t have the heart to kick her out in the middle of the night when she is scared. I would like one nights good rest with no kids, no dog snuffling and snorting and for hubby not to use me as his own personal body pillow. Just for one night…just one and only one…because then I would get lonely.

  2. We set up a little area in our room for the kids. It was just a couple of blankets and pillow right next to me on the floor. If they were scared enough to come in and sleep on the floor to be close to me, they could have at it. They did sleep there for a while, and still will if they’ve had a really bad dream, but they like to be comfy in their bed as much as I do. 🙂
    It seemed mean at first, but I explained it hurt my back and I couldn’t sleep if they were in there with us so they got it. I don’t want my kids to be scared, but I don’t want to be in traction by morning either. 🙂

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