Last week I had one of those crazy SAHM days that make you totally ready to jump back into the workforce and maybe never come home. Ever.
Just kidding about the "ever" part. But if you've been there, you know what I'm talking about.
I won't go into detail, but I'll just say there was a lot of poop, screaming, nap fighting, whining, crying, puking, snot and spit involved. And some of that was even done by the children!
Ok, most of that was done by the children. The poop. Especially the poop.
On top of that, the house was a wreck, the laundry was mountainous, and we were scraping the bottom of the barrel for groceries. I'm not kidding you. I fed my child eggless cookie dough and seasoned(dill, salt and cilantro) popcorn for lunch.
By the time The Husband came home, I was frustrated enough that I might have been in tears.
Definitely in tears.
Sometimes being a parent is just no fun. I mean, I've learned to be flexible and to be prepared for things to go awry any second, but you know, sometimes you just get frustrated and tired and you have a little mini melt down. And then you become even more frustrated when you realize that you're child is a mirror at that moment.
Hurray for The Husband! He came home from work, realized his home was a mad house, made a quick grocery list, then went and purchased said groceries, and also these
Generally speaking, I am not big on cut flowers, but every now and then, I find that they are a perfectly appropriate token of love and appreciation.
This was one of those days.
He didn't have to say anything. A hug, a dinner plan and a little bunch of daisies said it all. Life was beautiful and sweet, I was loved and each new day has loveliness, in addition to challenges, to be found.
Needless to say, the night was much less crazy than the day had been. Daddy wrangled the menagerie, Mama calmed down, and eventually everyone succumbed to the stillness of the night, drifted off to slumber in the moonlight, and awoke to find the adventure in the new day with a fresh perspective.