Blah. I look back at my last post and I’m all,
“What the heck? You’re a freakin’ crybaby Sarah!”
But I’m glad I have bad days, they make days like this seem so great, even if they aren’t extraordinary.
I didn’t do much, but I accomplished a few things that I had listed on my trusty dry-erase board.
I woke up earlier than normal (don’t ask me what time “normal” is).
I woke up my Sweet Mr. B, and got him ready and on the bus for school, then played with Ollie while making a yummy breakfast.
I got a few more things done and got to cross them off of my list.
I got an awesome new vacuum, and not ONE moment too soon!
I played with my kiddo.
I entertained after-school kids during throughout the evening.
Made snowflakes with Mr. B
Watched March of The Penguins and sniffed along with my 6-year-old as some of them died.
Put my kiddos to bed (did I ever tell you that I used to call my kids “munchkins”? Then Mr. B saw The Wizard of Oz and he suddenly realized what a munchkin WAS. That was the end of that nickname).
Had a better attitude.
And that made all the difference.