There are days where everything goes right. Where life just seems like a dance with all its grace and beauty...then there is today!
You know those days you have the feeling you will laugh about sometime down the road but in the moment you just want to pull your hair out and say "What have I gotten myself into!?" Well, I have those wonderful days too.
You wake up with a headache and your kid just wants to be a "rock-star" and "drom". "I dromin mommy. Count with me. One, two, tree, fo...(as he counts out the beat swinging his makeshift drumstick and begins pounding it out on the coffee table)" Somehow we are the one hit in the head with the plastic bat AND manage to get whacked with the ball within five minutes of eachother. The headache is only lingering as he begins pounding with his toy hammer "fixing" the furniture in the house that is invisibly in need of repair. "Tap-tap-tap" he says along with the thumping hammer as if it needs him to make the noise as well to function properly.
Then as you attempt to nap with a tossing baby, the toddler is on daddy's watch. He somehow gets coated in invisible clothing and he manages to spread his "number two" across your area rug as a form of repugnant finger-paint. (oh the creativity and learning that he is mastering through this act is not lost on you I am sure...) So your headache returns despite your nap as you are crouched down scrubbing the stentch out of the thousands of fibers on your floor so the baby can crawl around again without you cringing in disgust at the thought.
Yes, one of those days.
But as you sit in the evening, having shared a bowl of brownies and icecream with your crazy boy, your baby humming to himself as he tears at a book randomly throwing in a scream and shreek here and there for emphasis... And your toddler is climbing the dresser drawers with his fake screwdriver and generally making the room a mess, you realize one day this will be a memory and a very distant one at that. One day these boys will be taller than you and too "big" for cuddles and kisses. One day they will be self-sufficent, as far as the world is concerned, and out on their own. One day they will be grown and that day will be all too soon.
And as your toddler squeals "I did id!" In pure delight as he hops onto your lap with his screwdriver hoisted high in victory and a look that says "I know you care so much", and your baby clings to your leg digging his nails into your pant leg as he cries and climbs onto your knee, You say to your self, "this too will pass...this soon will be gone..." And then you reach up and dab at that pesky tear that seemed to escape from your worn out eye, your head doesn't seem to hurt as much, and your day doesn't seem so bad.
Yeah. It is one of those days.
