Oh Happy Day...

Today was a good day. I love good days. They make me happy inside. We had our annual chili cook-off at church, which I'm proud to say I placed third in, thank you very much. No, stop, really. Thank you so much! It was really nothing, seriously. But even so, I put my blue sticker with my number on it right up on the fridge with my race numbers. What? I was proud of that win.

As for the rest of the day, we all worked our little butts off cleaning the house for Matt's office party tomorrow night. And somehow it's all done!
So, as you can imagine, I'm sitting in shock. Could it all really be done? It's so early. And I haven't had any emotional meltdowns yet. Or moments of temporary insanity causing all to fear me in my mental instability. We're all actually still very happy and now it's somehow already time for......drum roll please......the boys' bedtime! Oh, could it be true? Could it really be true??? What a glorious hour if I do say so honestly. I believe it's under appreciated, but well deserving of some sort of praise. It's an amazing gift that comes every evening just in time to save everyone from "hell mommy". It's simply genius, that bedtime.

So here I sit. Backpacks are filled. Lunchboxes are packed. Clothes are laid out. Children are bathed (and now also in the bed) and it's not even 8pm! And no hell mommy. That's just shy of miraculous.

Oh, I wish you could hear the quiet. Aaaahhhh.... the quiet. And there's peace too! This is what they mean by peace AND quiet. There's literal quietness in the house and there's actual peace in our spirits to match. I never knew it was actually a real duo. Hmmm.

So I like today. God was kind. I was kind. Matt was kind. We were all just kind to one another. I mean, I didn't even say any cuss words behind my family's backs. Not even in my head, I don't think. Oh, happy day.

Do perfect days really exist? I think they must.

Well actually, I did get this video clip of my 3 year old singing Guns-N-Roses' "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" while playing choo-choos, so let's say close to perfect. Our influence of music may need a little tweaking. But hey, let's not forget my third place win in the chili cook-off. That's pretty darn big for my ego, which will off-set the hit it just took when I heard my son singing Guns-n-Roses.

So, in light of today's near perfection, I'll leave you with this clip of Wilby.
As for me, I'm going straight to bed. I don't want to push it.

Peace.