If you had asked me at 8am to forecast my day, I would have said “lame and pointless with a chance of crappy”.
Everything just seemed really “meh” and I felt so disorganized and scattered and there was fighting and I may or may not have “raised my voice” and scared the children.
But somehow, after breakfast had been eaten and we’d all calmed down a bit, things turned around in a big way.
The boys spent the next couple of hours in self-directed play, and the lack of whining and needing of my person allowed me to get a ton of things done. The productivity high was beautiful.
It was a rare and fantastic morning, the one that makes me feel like I’m rocking at the mothering thing and why don’t I just go ahead and homeschool these wee beasties because look how awesome life is. Also, I heart my new mascara with my whole soul, and Hobbes is ridiculous and I love his squishy little body for it.
This is Hobbes. He is a cat.
And I know that 5:30-8:30 pm is usually the hardest part of the day for me so I have that to look forward to, but right now? Right now things are good.
How’s life on your end?