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some days. . .

you can just tell the moment you wake up that it's going to be a bad day. For instance, if you are awake and the sun is not up, not a good sign. Because you know you obviously did not just awaken on your own before dawn, but some other little person has done the job for you. Which ultimately means that they will be cranky early on in the day, in need of a nap. And when they're overtired they don't nap well, which leads to a cranky afternoon and a horrid evening.

This particular day I just had the feeling it was going to be one of those days. I was up at 5:45 with Greta, and then before 7:30am I was cleaning up broken glass strewn all over the kitchen floor. And not just broken glass but broken glass covered in thick honey cough syrup. Yeah, really gross. 

I had two choices. I could either surrender to the bad day and stay in my pajamas the whole day and curse my husband every time he called for impregnating me three times, or I could try and change this rotten day and salvage the rest of my sanity.

I cleverly chose for option 2. I decided to pack up Sawyer and Greta after I took Gunnar to school and take them to a park in Santa Monica with our old pita bread to feed to the ducks. They were beyond thrilled at this unusual Friday morning activity. And our day went from sucky to fun. Well, almost fun. Except for the part where Greta had to poop in the public bathroom at the park. That part was gross. But other than that, we had a lot of fun. And I realize that all the dishes, and all the dirty laundry, and all the clean laundry will still be there when I return. But I on the other hand will be in a better mood when I get to all those chores. 

So here's our not so sucky day after all.


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