You had your first bad day in 7 weeks today. I saw it coming with the rising of the sun this morning at 4:30am when I awoke to both you and Saint. You screamed MAMA and he did too, only his sounded more like a faint dolphin noise. Daddy got up with you, I got up with Saint and no one got any more sleep. I should have made it a TV day but we ventured out with new friends and you melted like cheese my girl. I apologized, took you for nuggets, and gathered my thoughts during your nap time. You and me we have one thing in common forever and always, we can not, do not, have not EVER recovered easily from a bad day. If it starts bad the whole day is ruined. It may be the last 90 degree day of the year but despite my constant cheer leading and phrasing “let’s take back the day, let’s find the happy” neither one of us can do that. It’s a trait I wish I could have kept to myself but I’ve shared it with you and here we are. So lets try a new phrase, a new start with this…
When you feel you’ve lost your rhythm, place your hand across your heart. Or do what I do….
Cuddle your Saint.
