Today was a better day. I knew it the moment I opened my eyes. Isn’t it weird how that happens? I just knew it. Nothing special going on. No big events planned. It just felt different and better.
My one year old immediately jumped up and started babbling happily when I opened his door and came in. See, even he knows it’s going to be better, too.
I got everyone into the car without incident, the world’s most annoying dog went into his crate the first time I asked him and I didn’t forget anything. I made jokes, didn't care that I got to work late and made cheery small talk with everyone that crossed my path in the office.
This all being the polar opposite of yesterday. Yesterday being the day I cried on the phone with my husband while driving home rambling incoherently about how every toy we own is laying out on the living room floor and our children eat too many chicken nuggets and our daughter dumped all the clean laundry on the floor and the world’s most annoying dog took a nap on top of it. All perfectly normal things to cry about.
My husband took it in stride. First he reminded me to karate chop the three year old in the throat, beat her with a wire hanger, burn all her toys in front of her and send her to bed with no dinner. Then he pointed out that I was probably just tired and letting little things bother me more than I should. I think it was the chicken nugget related crying that really tipped him off.
I took a big blubbery breath and decided to believe him. And then I got 7 hours of sleep last night. In a row. And I woke up feeling different and better. And now I know he was right.