Even on a day like today, when I didn't make it quite early enough to get a set of drumsticks (or even through the studio door) to rock out in the Power Beats class (AFTER I ran around like a crazy person getting the three of us up and fed and out the door and into the car and down the road and into the Y), and when my work assignments were long and tedious (think 187 reviews by gamers, gamers who wouldn't know a piece of punctuation if it smacked them in their zoned out gAmErRRr face), and when my kids BOTH woke up exactly 10.2 seconds after I completed those assignments leaving me 0.0 seconds left over to read UsWeekly/chug another Diet Dew/take a breath in peace and precious quiet, and when I was really (really really) wishing it was my husband's Saturday off because after they woke up, nobody stopped whining for more than ten seconds until about five minutes ago when I finally poured a bowl of Goldfish, piled the three of us onto the couch, and turned on Thomas the Train (and forfeited that "mom of the year" competition for the day) ....
Even on a day like that, this is a pretty sweet little life we're living, and I can't lose sight of that no matter how hectically exhausting the day/week may be. A photographer friend recently posted pictures and the story of a family whose baby girl is fighting a brain tumor. She's 12 months old. (If you'd like to read Raina's story, send her prayers/good thoughts/what have you, her parents' blog can be found here.) Her story broke my heart and reminded me that every blessed second we get with these kids is a gift. Screaming, not sleeping, wiping boogers on my walls, whatever. Just let them stay healthy and let us never take that for granted.
And now, on a lighter note, our day. Our day beyond the missed class/mind numbing work/short nap/TV as a babysitter, that is.
Anderson steals iPhone, takes pictures and screenshots. I don't even know how to take screenshots on my iPhone, but Anderson (apparently?) does. He also knows how to turn on an iPad, locate the Talking Tom Cat app, and scream things like "poop" at that poor kitty.