...But At Least...

When I woke up yesterday to the alarm, it was only 4am ...
... but at least I had some time to myself in the quiet of the morning.


When S woke up, she poked me and pestered me until I turned on cartoons. It was 6am...
... but at least I was able to start cleaning earlier than I had planned.


When I started the morning chores, both kids fought over what movie to watch ...
... but at least they sat still and didn't beat on each other.


They didn't let me shower in peace. They fought the whole time I was under the water...
... but at least I managed to squeeze in five minutes to wash and shave.


S copped an attitude all day, and wound up losing all of her baby dolls, one at a time ...
... but at least she stayed quiet during nap time in her room.


L spent all of nap time unplugging his fan, and figuring out how to open his door...
... but at least he didn't get up with a horrible attitude, even without any sleep.


The humidity was high, and it was in the 90s outside today ...
... but at least the kids played well out there, and I was able to read 60 pages in my book.


It was a case of the never-ending, terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad Mondays ...
... but at least I got three loads of laundry done.
... at least I got clean sheets put on all of the beds.
... at least we had a home cooked dinner on the table tonight.
... at least bedtime eventually came for those kids of mine.


Today is a new day ... and we're going to be thankful for that...
... because at least yesterday is over, and we can move on from that!