Thankful the boys are in bed & the house is quiet for the first time all.day. I know everyone says these times "fly" by, but sometimes these days can drag on & on & on.
It was another one of "those" days. I guess we are going for some sort of wildly unreasonable record? Any who there were points in the day when I was like "Really" are we going there? A tantrum. How original. Do I really need to get frustrated over this...oops to late. Must be the summer heat or the kids who are running low on sleep or the fact that I had an epiphany that I am too hard on my eldest so then of course the day is shot with all kinds of opportunities of refinement.
Dinner didn't work. It was something I could make it my sleep & it didn't.work. This I realized at 6 pm. Husband was working late & mama & her kiddos were hungry. One was crying in the living room " We.are.never.going.to.eat.dinner.again!" (I think we have a future drama star on our hands.) So, when a tiny person suggested we go get McDonald's I was surprisingly quick to agree. Now, it isn't that we don't eat out ever we just try not to & if we do we try not to do fast food. Mostly it is all budget related, but hey, the elder tiny person turns 5 1/2 tomorrow so how better to celebrate then with a cardboard box full of grease & plastic?! Couldn't find their shoes. Didn't care. Went without. Decided to use the drive-thru. At said drive-thru happy meal fell to the ground in the hand-off between 16-year-old sweet girl & myself. The frizzy & flustered mama. Once we returned home with retrieved happy meal, minus a few fries, my soda spilled out over the entire table. Kiddos were much too engrossed in their grease & plastic to do much more than scream about their drinks & now would their chocolate milk spill as well? FYI. That wasn't helpful. Like not really at all.
Shortly after soda was cleaned up & all other drinks were accounted for I said that I wanted a do-over. Then I had to explain what do-over meant. Then I had to answer if I meant an entire day do-over or just a dinner do-over or what? Specifics were needed & I was getting pretty sure I shouldn't have muttered the whole do-over portion aloud when suddenly my eldest said "But, if we had a do-over we wouldn't have these happy meals." So true wise one. Not that I am all that excited about the meal, but I do love that he looked for the brightest spot of his day & noted that he would miss it if it hadn't been there. How many days do I pass though wishing that it was over or that it hadn't happened at all. How many do-overs do I crave for? What would happen if instead of tallying up all the moments of "couldn't have gotten any worse" I instead reflected back on my day to find that one bright spot. And if the day was really that horrific with the tiny people & there are no bright spots to be found perhaps at least I could find a glimmer? A twinkle? A glimpse? Not gonna lie not sure if all days have the a twinkle in them or not, but I don't imagine any harm would come from searching for one.