Today has been one of those days, at least to me. The children , unfortunately, have all inherited seasonal allergies from their parents and are half sick, so I decided to keep them home from school. It was a half day anyway. Why in the world would I want to load the miserable crew into the van just to go to school for two or three hours, especially considering that Luke and Joshua’s schools are about 25 minutes apart from one another. No. Not having that today.  Anyway, they were fairly grumpy, whiny, and I swear they have mastered the skill of synchronized pooping.  I mean I’ve heard of women living together syncing their cycles, but this has gotten ridiculous. To top it all off, I ran into the kitchen responding to the sound of Josh’s cries to find that Lucy had put a laundry basket over him and was sitting on top of it. She looked very proud of herself

Needless to say by nap time I was over it.  I put the younger two to bed and got to work on some much needed cleaning. I have neglected the walls of late and finally decided that it was almost embarrassing the amount of dried chocolate milk droplets and evidence of Lucy’s “artwork” that had collected on them over the past few months. I was down on my hands and knees scrubbing when Luke came in and said “Kiss my cheek Mommy!” Of course I can never deny such a sweet request. Then he said “Its been a good day!” What!? I thought. With all the weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth? The dirty house and runny noses? Its been a good day? But then I had to think about it. What about the movie we watched with all of them cuddled up on my lap? The good lunch we ate. The music we listened to and the bubbles I blew while the kids danced around me yelling “Pop! Pop! Pop!” From Luke’s perspective it had been a good day. He was surrounded by people he loved (most of the time) and doing things that he enjoyed. I had been focusing so much on the negative parts of the day, I had almost forgotten the good. I guess I should look at life from a five-year-old’s perspective more often.