Let the Good Times Roll

So, yesterday was a bad day.  The boys were fighting and they were disobedient and hideously mouthy to me.  I felt like I spent the day screaming my flippin' head off and on the verge of tears for a number of reasons.  My friend, Jaime, could tell you that I was pretty down and stressed and grumpy.  She listened, very sweetly, to my explanations of what was wrong and then she said something that I've been chewing on ever since.  She said, within the context of our conversation, that my "blog is pretty cheery."  

Hmmm...  it is.  Which, I guess is what I meant it to be.  I like that it focuses me on the good things.  But, I don't want to give the impression that I have got it all together.  Looking at other people's blogs, I must admit that sometimes I feel a little inadequate in one manner or another.  There are a lot of things that I would like to be doing that I can't manage to do for one reason or another.  And, I do think that occasionally I start feeling like everyone else is doing it ALL and handling the naughty kids and unwashed dishes with a grace and lightheartedness that I often lack.  

We bloggers do have a bit of a dilemma here, don't we?  Taking pictures of the bright, clean spots in our homes and the sweet moments of our lives.  Talking of all our crafting and baking and homemade and handgrown this or that..... Nobody wants to see a picture of me screaming at the boys with fire coming out of my eyeballs or my currently DISGUSTING kitchen or of my kids punching each other or threatening to throw rocks at me or of all my frozen chicken nuggets and high fructose corn syrup laden cupboards.  Do they?  We've sort of created a funny little world here.  But it is hard to be "real" with strangers.  And my family and friends have to be my therapists often enough; I certainly don't need to dish out any more of that over the internet.  I suppose there ARE blogs out there for that.   I've decided to stick to the sunny side here.  That is what I want to appreciate and share now and what I want to remember when I'm old.  

So here are my happy bits for the day.  Tate had his first day of preschool and loved it!  He is bummed that he doesn't get to ride a bus like his big brother, but the back pack and snack at school seem to make up for it.  

And, unlike yesterday, we had a nice little breezeway picnic lunch and the boys shared about their days.  SHARED and in a rather civilized manner.  OKAY, I am not messing EVERYTHING up, even after a bad day.  

Thank you boys, for the reminder that we ALL are actually capable of having a good day and treating each other with patience and kindness.  Thank you family and friends for your non-blog related therapy.  Thank you fellow bloggers for mostly keeping light, instead of keeping it real.  Let the good times roll.