A "Bad Day"

Today was an example of what you could call a "bad day" of parenting. The little guy wanted to be held all day long, when he wasn't doing nosedives off my couch and getting into the garbage can. The big one spent most of the day helping the little one do those nosedives. And knocking him over. And not sharing toys. And generally just being a typical almost-three-year-old-big-brother.

Oops, excuse me. The big one just took his diaper off and is parading around the dining room table half naked.

Where was I? Was I complaining? Probably. Sorry. The fact of the matter is that even the "bad day" had its good moments. Parker and I took a nap snuggled on the couch together (albeit a brief one). Aiden enjoyed the wheat-free brownies I baked for him, even though he's still asking for the candy I have stashed on top of the hutch. And he gave me a big hug without being asked when I was upset with something I was reading earlier.

So having a "bad day" doesn't mean it has to be awful from beginning to end. It could just be a general sense of frustration that you feel like you're not getting anything done. Which is what I've been feeling. But just now, I looked at my sweet boys, and realized that I did get something done today. I fed them and changed their diapers. And that's enough.

Excuse me please. The little guy is about to start flying practice off the living room couch. I need to get the medkit.