The Daily Rant

I've been reading a lot of rants lately. And I understand, completely. There has been a lot to rant about, in these uncertain times. Ranting is easy, so I'm going to try very hard to do the opposite. I'm going to RAVE about my day.

My day has been blissfully perfect thus far, everything has gone just according to plan. Waking up to my husband's (surprise!) alarm clock this morning, I actually had visions of fields of sunflowers and butterflies, just a splendor of bright color as far as the eye could see. The fact that the shower had a colder mix of water than normal was perfect.. who needs a hot shower?

Things got really great when my son woke up early, and I'm thankful to have a husband who, on his way out the door, stopped in to change the little guy. Lucky for us, and I do mean us, the adorable, cherubic little toddler had a serious bout of .. hm.. what term should we employ here? "Loose stool" is a good one. "Not normal and easy to change" is another. "Horrific stench" comes to mind. But, it was great, because it meant we all got a non-caffeinated jolt, first thing. Who doesn't need that?!

Working in his preschool this morning, it just couldn't have gone better. I wouldn't have wanted all the toddling maniacs to be quiet, or calm.. because that just wouldn't be interesting. I was thankful for the 3-hour long high-pitched shrieking by one poor baby, because it reminded me what it sounds like to not have that. All day. No, seriously, it was really great. The shrieking.

It just made my day all the more sweet (which, as you can tell, shouldn't have been possible), when we walked through the front door to discover that my two Labrador retrievers had plucked two diapers from the trash, and shredded the insides all over the living room rug. They had the presence of mind to say to each other, "No. On second thought, let's do TWO."

I'd thought I'd plateaued with my incredible luck, until my son refused lunch. Not just eating, but the concept of lunch (i.e., getting in the chair.) I had to hold him to feed him half a yogurt, but you know what? All the more to cuddle him with. And if I hadn't been cuddling, I wouldn't have gotten so close to his little bum to discover ANOTHER bout of random stomach-bug-ness. TWICE. I practically begged him to cry after I laid him down for his nap, and wonders just won't cease, he did! Then, I did.

You know, tears of joy.