Earlier this week, in my usual miserable morning mood, I almost invented a very bad game, along the lines of, “you know it is going to be a bad day when…” Like many terrible ideas though, it turns out the exact opposite is pretty good. Tell me in the comments how you know it is going to be a good day.
I’ll start you off:
You know it is going to be a good day when….
Spectrummy Daddy brought me a perfect cup of tea as ordained in our spoken contract of marriage, even though he is exhausted from not spending the night in his own bed. And today he did not accidentally put vanilla soy milk in it, so I could actually drink it.
Pudding walked up the stairs on the school bus with alternating feet, and then put on her seat belt all by herself.
Cubby ate all his yoghurt before calling for Elmo. He used a spoon for some of that.
Cubby asked for a piece of Pudding’s cereal, and she gave it to him without my having to repeat the request.
Of course, there could have been some things that fell in my previous category, but today I’m going to focus on it being a good day. I might just be right about it.
Now, in the comments, tell me all about your good day….