Classy Chaos

I don't remember how and when it started. But every night during our prayers the kids, always unaided, say "... and thank you God for the best day ever."

Tonight it caught me off guard. Really? Was today the best day ever? I thought to myself as I walked down the stairs exhausted, after tucking them in. It was a completely average day if not a day with underlying tones of boredom. The kids went to school. I went to Target for toilet paper and found some girls spring dresses, flushable toddler wipes, and mini ice cream sandwiches . They came home. We went for a walk. Drank hot coco through summer straws. Had dinner composed reinvented of left-overs. Ate our dessert on the couch and watched Aladdin. "Jasmine said stoooopid, Mama! She did. She isn't a real princess, right?" Lola asked. I bathed them. We washed the dog in the left-over tub water. Read three books. And that was their waking day. ".... and thank you for the best day ever."

It was the best day ever. Jay noticed that the pussywillow trees in our front yard were showing signs of spring. The snow had melted and the first 1/4 inches of brilliant greens were poking through the saturated earth, in which Lola remembered that's where we planted our daffodil buds. The geese were waddling across a half frozen pond and clumsily fell in the water that made Fifi scream with laughter. My Hunter rainboots stepped in a pile of mushy geese waste that made all three children chuckle. Jay and Lola built a dam out of rocks and sticks to stop the melting snow from trickling into the sewer drain while Fifi held onto my finger as she balanced on top of the snow mound.

It was an average day if not a day with underlying tones of boredom that I am so thankful for. It was the best day ever.