No, not one of THOSE days.
I'm not having a rough day. The girls aren't having a rough day.
I'm having one of THOSE days. A day when my children have been replaced by alien clones who look exactly like them but are, in reality, Stepford children. And when I am a Stepford wife.
Bloggers don't often write about these days. One of the reasons is that it's not interesting to read about.
Do you want to know that I woke up an hour before the girls did? Took a shower, got dressed, flat ironed my bangs and put on mascara and lip gloss?
Does anyone really want to hear that the girls played happily together with their morning juice and snacked on dry cereal while I got the laundry done and the dishwasher unloaded?
That they both sat at the table and ate the breakfast I made? With no complaints or mess?
That they both got dressed and had their hair done with no tears or fighting?
That I finished clipping coupons and cleaning up from breakfast while they played together in Madison's room? That I finished my coffee while it was hot?
That we got out of the house for library early and had time to stop for gas?
That they willingly left the library and accompanied me to Lowe's without complaint or tears?
That they happily got in their beds and took two hour naps after lunch?
Do you want to hear that their behavior allowed me to write? Edit? Submit posts to other sites? Disinfect the dishwasher? Vacuum the car? Finish the laundry and change the sheets?
I'm having a Super Mom day, complete with Super Children. If it were a book it would be "And then they all ate a perfectly healthy and balanced dinner, brushed their teeth and were asleep in clean bedrooms by 7:00".
Unbelievably awesome for me? YES. Boring to read about? You got it.
Now Adam is gone this week for a trip, and the last time he did that, I made a crazy to do list, started the week off with a bang, and then had a night of insomnia and spent the rest of the week recovering.
So I'm pretty sure that we're starting off with a bang, and later this week I'll come home from dropping Madison off at preschool and find that our house has been swallowed up by a sinkhole.
Or maybe they'll just start fighting over toys within the next hour.
Either way, I'm having fun experiencing one of THOSE days, since we all know they don't come around as often as we'd like!