A Good Day
Sometimes I have a terrible day and pray when I greet Chase at daycare that 1) he is happy to see me 2) he decides not to throw a temper tantrum the rest of the evening (which is a tougher wish more and more) Very rarely are both goals met. Number two is usually the culprit. Today I was worn down mentally and physically. Feeling beat up. All I wanted was to dwell on & pity myself. As I walked into school, I prayed my 1 & 2. And today he knocked both out of the park. When he saw me, he cracked a big smile, opened his arms wide and cried out "DADA!" Okay, obviously we need to work on that. Regardless, he was excited to see me (or Dad's stand-in anyway). I wanted to be alone to sulk, but Chase knew better. We met a lovely new friend on the bus, watched some middle-school kids play basketball, and waved to numerous strangers as we jogged the last block home. He minded all directions, ate his full meal, and went to bed like a d...