You know those days...

...when the one load of unfolded laundry somehow multiplies into four? When the rubber band breaks just as you try to put it over the cheese (which, by the way, is moldy on the bottom) and your fingers get snapped? When the dishes in the sink are starting to smell as the milk in one of the stacked bowls starts to curdle? When you wonder if the pile of clothes on the floor of your bedroom is clean or dirty because you can't remember and you're pretty sure that they're dirty and wait, those are the jeans you've been looking for and keep meaning to wash so you have something to wear for work, and just as you are calculating how long the pile can stay on the floor before the spiders will consider it fair game and infest, you remember that you were making a grilled cheese sandwich for your husband, who doesn't feel well, and by the time you rescue the sandwich it's pretty well blackened on one side?

Yeah, I do too.

I love laughing at those days.

Not because crying isn't an option...because it is...and a good, frequently used one, too...but because really, what else can you do with those days? I tell my 1st and 2nd graders that they always have a choice with how they react. We are in control of ourselves. And so, on days like those days, I choose to ignore the dishes, scrape the black off the sandwich, push the four loads of laundry off my bed (joining the pile of dirty clothes), let Tim deal with the spiders, and go to bed. I will tackle it all another day. As my favorite Anne says, "Tomorrow is another day, with no mistakes in it."

That's all. Good night.