It's Tuesday night. The Bug-ster is laughing hysterically in his crib because he threw out his three Sandra Boynton books and they landed on the wagon filled with Duplos. This is quite the switch from his usual wailing and gnashing of teeth at bedtime, but Bubby has come out to tattle on him three times in seven minutes.
Make that four.
JoAnn reminded me today that we are rich. I read her words at dinnertime. (Go read them now. Seriously.) The thirty minutes before dinner attempted to erase all of the good of the day. But her reminder kept me from erasing. It started me thinking and thanking.
I spent the morning with coffee and a vacuum and an hour of Bugaboo's therapy. Then I fought the winter wind as I loaded the boys in and out of the van to run an errand and hit two bookstores, one with a train table the boys love. There may have also been a Sonic run.
The remainder of my day was interspersed with reading picture book after picture book, pretending to be a mommy dinosaur and answering questions about private parts for the eight hundredth time. I even actually really got into The Word for the first time in too long.
Bubby, as usual, refused to nap. But near the end of the afternoon he sat on my lap, and we sounded out words in tiny books. Mat. Sat. Cat. Sam. Another moment I just want to box up to open up over and over again.
Tuesdays are lonnnng days around here. But today was full of the simplest and best things. I am thankful.