Some days...
...are easier than others.
Some days...I get lost driving to the same horse stable we've been riding at once a week for two years.
Some days...the long drive home results in a toddler who falls asleep in the dreaded late afternoon "No Napping!" time zone.
Some days...I find myself cursing at a chicken - just one (aptly named Angry Lady) - as I discover she snuck under the fence and took a bite - just one - out of each tomato in her pecking range.
Some days...chasing/cursing said chicken results in a stumble into a tangle of burdock, which then leads to a tangle of burrs (still) stuck in my hair.
Some days...that cursing comes back to me through the mouth of my listening little ones. Ahem.
Some days...I'm certain the bank statement must be missing a zero.
Some days...unkind words linger far longer in my head than I'd like them to.
Some days...I read the recipe wrong, and the dinner I had hoped to be ready 7, will really be ready at 11.
Some days...I realize halfway in the making that my Plan B for dinner - basil popcorn, cucumbers and kale chips - is what we had for, um, lunch.
Some days...I fall asleep at 7pm with the baby, and have no elaborately linked blog post to show for it. Or clean diapers.
Some days...just go on and on and on like that.
Some days, at the end of it all, or even in the middle of it all, all I can do is turn up the music, dance in the kitchen, hope they all join in (they always do), and feel the love.
There's always that. Lots of it.
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