That Kind Of Day

Funny that I found that "If You Give A Mom A Muffin" poem today.  Because despite the humor and good behavior that the morning started with, today turned out to be one of those days.

The kind where the kids break Christmas ornaments, dismantle the kitchen tree lights, completely pull up the giant puzzle mat in the playroom, throw every ballmagnetandfigurine they own across the room, lose marker caps (one of which I still haven't found), spill milk on themselves, jump off the den furniture and crash into each other, rip pages out of book, AND have you searching the internet for "broken toe toddler pictures".  All before lunch.

The kind that finds me showering and downing caffeine and Goody powder during the nap that is, of course, briefer than usual.  The kind that says, "No big deal - we'll be fine" when something important unexpectedly comes up and Travis needs to be at a dinner meeting instead of coming home tonight.  Because at that point, I've already resolved that I will not be beaten down.  And doing it solo for two more hours isn't adding all that much in the great scheme of things.

THAT kind of day.

And yet, it's also the kind of day where I find it hysterical that Addison has started asking me questions that end with "dontcha".  As in, "Mom... you want to play with me, dontcha!?"  Which isn't really a question.  Yet it still has the inflection of a very smart girl who makes it seem as though she is actually asking.

Where I find it absolutely heart-melting when I think about how Caden looked up at me yesterday with the warmest smile while we were outside and said, out of the clear blue, "I just don't know what I'd do without you Mom."

Where I think it's so perceptive, the way Addison sees it get dark and then says, "Oh - It's getting dark.  It must be time for the other sleep."

When I marvel at the connections they're making.  Addison came down the stairs this morning and felt the garland I'd strung up as she stepped along and said, "It's tickly...  like a haircut!"

Where I can't help but smile as the kids excitedly ran up to the manger scene in the upstairs hallway and announced to Baby Jesus that they had tinkled in the potty!  They even told Mary.  Then the wise men.  Guess Joseph, the shepherds and the animals are on the B list.

Where Caden looks at his fingers after a long bath and notes, "My fingers are curly because of the water!"

Yes today was that kind of day.  Crazy-hard, crazy-wonderful, crazy-mixed-up and crazy-amazing.