Right now I'm sitting in front of the fire, sipping a glass of red, feeling tired and happy. Its been a good, good day. After a weekend filled with hall painting, we had a pretty atrocious Monday. I was tired, the kids were bored & fighty and we all spent a large part of the day shouting at each other. I was having a serious 'put the little buggers on ebay thoughts,' and ended the whole horrific day cracking the biggest sad you ever saw, lying on the couch and sobbing to Joni Mitchell.
Yes. Not my most edifying moment. I am with you there.
But yanno, I feel one hell of a lot better today. Sometimes a damn good cry and a pity party for one is all part of letting it go.
We had a few guests over today - a few being five dear friends from Mother's Group and thirteen kids!! - we had a spot of cake and some sausage rolls and left the kids to it. They were all over the house, hauling out the toys, getting into the cubby house and the swings, the dolls house and the Thomas the Tank Engine set, and just running around playing. It was so joyful to see them all having such a good time, doing their own thing and being themselves.
Today was a special day and all the more precious for it being so unexpected. It arrived at the right moment, just when I really needed it.