My oldest child loves to rate the day by those two phrases above. He’s been doing this for years now.
Yesterday was the worst day ever because he stubbed his toe REALLY badly (seriously, the entire base of this toenail is purple right now).
Today was the best day ever because I turned on the water hoses out front and let them spray them as high as they wanted for a pretty long time (although things went downhill quickly when I would not agree to buy the one Lego ninja he wants that can only be found on Ebay apparently… anyway…)
Pretty much any little good or big bad thing can make or break the entire day.
According to him.
I started thinking about what makes it a good or bad day for me and I realized it is of course, my own decision to decide.
It could be that it was a bad day because I just woke up in a bad mood or did not feel so well or because the kids spilled something eighteen times or I yelled too much and now have to forgive myself.
It could be that it was a good day because no
hardly any fights broke out between the kids and I was in a good mood and feeling thin-ish and lunch was tasty for all and there were even more than normal amounts of hugs and kisses.
But really, no matter what happens throughout the day, it can be turned around. It CAN always be good.
And honestly, I’ve had a hard time getting out of the mentality that it is HARD to be with my three kids by myself all day (and sometimes night). But what is up with that anyway? Yeah, it’s hard at times, no lie. No one said raising kid was located on Easy Street, now did they?
And sure, there are days when there is too much fuss over whatever. That’s just the way life goes with three younger children.
But I’m trying to make more best days that worst days because I owe it to their memories and mine too.
So today, I did not get upset about the 3 spills I cleaned up.
What’s the point in that anyway?
And instead I delighted in their giggles and smiles as they ran through the sunny “rain”…