Of Those Days

Today was one of those days.

One of those days when your toddler is just too helpful (read: getting into everything you want to do - and when what you want to do is take out the trash - not pretty), when she requires your undivided attention, without which she melts down, when she won't finish her lunch without you standing right next to her staring at her, when you remember you still haven't done your grocery shopping for the week or even put a list together, when you know, while you'll actually have time away from your kids for a couple of hours, you haven't prepared for any of the things you were hoping to get done in that time and your son is literally eating up one of those hours with nursing and you just feel like your time is fleeting and nothing will actually get accomplished.  One of those days when all of the above causes you to melt into tears - tears of knowing all that needs to be done and yet feeling entirely powerless.

And then it was one of those days.

One of those days when the same toddler who brought you tears of frustration only moments before starts playing on her guitar and singing a song that comes only from her heart and her imagination; one of those days when she puts her toys away without even being asked before she moves on to playing with her blocks, when she puts on her aunt's shoes just for fun and toddles around adorably, one of those days when your son gives you the biggest grin when you change his diaper and you can't help but bubble back at him.

One of those days.