blip

We had a blip morning today. Not really a roller coaster day,just a blip kinda day, well morning actually. You know those days that start out great.... you know the ones i mean, where your kid only chose to scream at 3am and not 1,2,3,4 and 5:15 am. so you feel rested, and then he decides to snuggle with you and tell you all about the short morning he's had with his pappa. Eating bagels, thomas (sounds like
dumb-ahs) tells you he had a one a day (flinstone vits) and then proceeds to show me his belly button and insist i show him mine) a lovley lazy morning. And then chatting to a friend, and they say something, nothing bad, nothing even really not bad at all, (if that makes any sense) but it sets something not so inside and you feel you have to change the morning because it's getting a bit icky from this not bad thing at all that was said but mabye your ovulating and are a wee bit hormonal or something. So you go to call your other super mom friend and hubby answers the phone and she's sleeping, so you can't vent about the totally not bad thing at all that seems absolutly ridiculously trivial by now. So I call my C. And thank the lord she is preggers and works retail managment, because she gets fabulous shifts that totally jive with my somewhat at home mom scheduale. And so a drive is in order, and coffee and puoutine, and popcorn (hello she's pregnant, i just go along with it!) and then you come home and you feel refreshed and you scrub the whole kitchen until it shines and smell's so much like the bald guy you can almost see him waving at you from the sink. And then your perfect child goes down for his nap and you can start memorizing your lines that you have been putting off for weeks, and that need to be done by friday, and you think thank god for that blip, that stupid not really bad at all thing that was said that turned today into a beauty....