Today was an excellent day.
We met Tina and her children at a Chick-Fil-A with a great play area. Our girls hit it off so well that we ended up staying for about three hours.
We had both forgotten that this week is spring break for the local schools, so the place was packed. We did get there slightly ahead of the major lunch crowd, so we had a decent seat near (and facing!) the play area. (Facing is important with small ones.)
With the exception of an incident where Spyder forgot the appropriate way to blow his nose in public,
Aside: Are we given children to teach us humility? Can I be done with that lesson? Please?
everyone was well-behaved and happy. And Tina's little boy? Cracks. Me. Up. What a hoot! It was a great time to chat, play, and make new friends.
In stark contrast, I had a rotten day earlier in the week. Just rotten. All in all, it was one of those days that made me just want to go back to bed. But, you know, those children do want to eat and they probably ought to be supervised, so I didn't.
It wasn't one thing in particular, just many little things that added up to a horrible excuse for a day. I had a headache; Sass was living up to that nickname; Spyder didn't want to do his chores, schoolwork, or personal hygiene routine. It was a day.
Why am I mentioning this at all?
Vanessa mentioned last week that she'd been in a funk. Julie made me start thinking about our blog/public faces last week. Then Tina had a similar rotten day recently.
I have a tendency to show my public face, even in the relative anonymity of blogging. Mostly because I figure that people don't want to read the whinings of a spoiled mama. Just because I don't mention them doesn't mean they're not there. But juxtaposing the moments like that make the good days all the better. And the bad ones? Well, we'll just say they're growing pains.