I was in a bad mood today.
One of those “woe is me” moods because despite my most valiant efforts to teach them differently, my kids think dirty socks go on the floor in the kitchen. And they think the place for their homework is strewn across the counter. And they are dramatic. And I didn’t have the one ingredient I needed for dinner I thought I had so our schedule got all messed up, and I was late to take the girls to gymnastics again and I had to wait on hold with the health insurance forever and got disconnected twice which makes me mad as a hornet. And I didn’t practice with Grace on her piano recital piece again and I have that guilty feeling because she really needs help. Plus I’ve slacked off on P90X for the last couple months so now that I’ve started into it hard-core again I was so stiff today I could barely walk, let alone pick up five pairs of dirty socks haphazardly tossed around the house.
But then I came across this picture tonight:
And that’s all it took to realize once again: I’m the luckiest girl in the world.