Today

It began with gratitude. With Lewis waking up at 6:15 because he was hungry. I went downstairs to get a bottle. I looked out my kitchen window into the pitch black cold morning and through my blurry, groggy eyes saw gobs of headlights sparkling up the freeway. I thought of all those people who were already out their door and on the road. I thought of my dad. He was one of them. I'm sure he was out the door at 6:15. I thought of my husband. his alarm would go off soon and he'd roll out of bed into the daily grind. I said a little prayer of gratitude as I filled up the bottle. I was so grateful for hard working people who get up early day after day to provide. I was grateful for a warm house and a cozy bed protecting me from that bitter cold. I was grateful for the knowledge that Lewis was going to gulp that bottle down and then grunt and purr in content back to sleep. I was grateful for my cozy, cozy bed that I could crawl right back into for another hour.

Later I got angry. I was drying my hair. Every time I dry my hair I am angry. I've had years and years of drying my hair, and just recently have I realized that I am so completely irritated, agitated, and aggravated every. single. time! it's hot, uncomfortable, takes way too long, and usually is not looking how I want it to. If you've ever asked me a question while I was drying my hair, I am sorry. I'm really not a nice person for those minutes of the day.

Then I was proud. Owen and I went to speech with Lori. Our session was full of good news. he's come a long way in the last few weeks and she is so good at making him feel confident.

Then I was embarrassed because I was brought to tears in that little office watching Owen work so hard to conquer the little disfluencies in his speech.

I was happy because the rest of the day was spent at both Grandma's houses. Life is good at the grandma's.

We got home and I was frustrated. Frustrated at myself for not doing a single thing about my messy house that day.

Dinner was prepared and eaten. Lewis spent the meal crawling in and out of our shoe basket and Owen spent it talking about how Roli was proud cause he had "lots of smooth talking". boys were bathed, kisses were given, Treavor went to play basketball and I decided I'll clean the mess tomorrow.