Today was noooooot my best day. And that’s fine- we all have them!
It was not my worst day either I don’t think? (like maybe being in labor? Or food poisoning? Maybe those things were worse?) But it was definitely not great.
Moving is hard. Hard-hardy-hard-hard. Even when it is a GOOD move to a place you are supposed to move to, I am still feeling a bit out of place. Angsty. Lonely. Unfamiliar. Also my children are driving me batty and I need to make a change for tomorrow or else run away from my family screaming.
I was visiting with some moms at the park (friend dating) (WORSE THAN LABOR) and they were talking about the “methods” of parenting they follow and I was all, “Whoops! Got to go!” and went to go eat ice cream with my kids instead. Because I wasn’t sure how to tell them that the “method” that I subscribe to right now is the “try the best you can” method. Seriously. That’s all I can do!
And this evening I was feeling particularly sorry for myself while shoving popcorn in my face and I started to cry a little (told you it was a rough day), and then the popcorn fell out of my mouth all over the place and that made me laugh. And then Samuel ran in (naked) grabbed the popcorn bowl and ran out and I had to chase him muttering “please please please don’t pee on my popcorn!” and that made me laugh too.
Then I put on my big-girl-panties and I scratched kids backs and sang bedtime songs and made pun-jokes with Joseph, and snuggled, and vacuumed, and generally ended the day on a good note.
I am trying the best I can.
and we are going to be okay.