Today was a really challenging day for a whole host of reasons not worth mentioning. It was the sort of day when you want to take the Tupperware that cascades out of the pantry when you open it and hurtle it into outer space. Yeah, one of those days.
On the upside, it was a day packed full of "normal problems," and I am well aware that normal problems are a blessing in themselves. That's the truth.
However, they do have a tendency to make a person feel disproportionately angry at Tupperware - but I digress.
As I was standing in the kitchen making dinner and feeling sufficiently defeated for the day, I looked out the window and something caught my eye.
Can you see it? The little pink spot outside to the left of the water bottle?
Try to see past all of the stacked up dishes, and cups, and medicine, and happy 40th candles, and whatever other randomness has taken over my windowsill.
Beyond all of the undone...
Pink socks.
My baby girl's pink socks.
And beyond them,
my children playing,
and bickering,
but playing - even the ones who don't feel very good.
It's a good day.
I'm still mad as heck at that Tupperware and about 27 other unrelated things.
But it's a good day.
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