And then my daughter ate a penny.
And then my sons rice toy exploded on my just cleaned room along with a "sand which party" that I apparently wasn't invited to that included bread crumbs mixed with rice.
I burnt dinner.
The perfect gift I thought I had found for my dad for Christmas had already been bought.
It was just one of those type of days. But instead of being depressed about it. I'm choosing to remember a good day. A day when everything is going good. Within this crazy day my son told me "Mom I love you! I love you when you play football with me." It was the highlight of my day. And the sad part is I didn't spend enough time at the moment doing it. It was there in my bad day. Thank you for reminding me son what is important.
Update on us: PA school is going strong and Adam has a big Christmas break and we are so grateful for it.
I worked for 2 months and now am a sub at my work so I am not always on catch up mode.
Life has been crazy but wonderful all at the same time.