Somedays it seems like things seem to snowball against you. Like this morning, up before 5. Which is rarely a good sign, especially when I’m woken up by a tantruming child. Somehow when I wake up on my own before 5 instead of being actually woken up I’m less tired. But this morning I was tired.
I made Riley porridge for breakfast. She had another tantrum and pushed the table in such a way that the porridge went flying. I took a very deep breath or two. And asked her to clean it up. She wouldn’t but I persisted and we cleaned it up together. She then asked for more porridge. I made it again and this time she ate it. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason as to why this porridge was ok and the last batch was so abhorrent.
But her earlier tantrum had woken up Piper and so I spent the next half hour getting her back to sleep. All before a shower or coffee. Not good. And the kind of thing that can turn your day pretty bad pretty quick.
Until I remember one thing. It’s only a bad day if I let it be a bad day. One of the things I really admire about children is they don’t hold on to anything. Once something is over, it’s over. I don’t need to hold on to the memory of the porridge incident for the rest of the day waiting for something else to go wrong. I can just let it go. Because if I don’t I might miss all the things that make the day an awesome one.