I love my kids

I was having a really crummy day yesterday. There was no obvious reason for the day to be bad; it just all seemed to spin out of my control until it was 6:00 and I had ruined dinner, the house was a disaster, a basket of unfolded laundry sat ominously on the couch, and Jane was crying and hanging onto my pants leg.

The girls had been suspiciously quiet for several minutes, and I knew they had to be up to something. Up to something usually means that I am going to have some kind of disaster on my hands. Most of the time it involves paper, scissors, glue, paint, glitter, and a whole lot of mess.

I walked into the living room to find them quietly folding the dishtowels and tablecloths in the laundry basket. I know! I couldn't quite believe it, and I was so deliriously happy that I was afraid I had imagined it; but see - I have photographic evidence.



Anna said, "We knew you were having a bad day, so we decided to help you out. Does it make you happy, Mom?" I told her that they had made me very, very happy. "Even happier than at Disneyland, Mom?" I told her it was even better than Disneyland.

She thinks I'm weird.

I love my kids.