This morning I woke up late and tired, got to work and while I was pulling my bags out of the car, realized that the cup of soup I had packed for my lunch had opened up and spilled in my bag! Everything inside was covered in potato soup flakes. Grrrr! But I decided that this was not how I wanted to start my day off, it is Friday after all, so there's no reason to begin the day in a funk. Plus it is the perfect kind of day, the sky is kind of dark and cloudy and its a little cool and windy. So I dumped out my bag wiped off the stuff I needed to put back in and walked into work.
I just read an article about how people who live in Denmark are among the happiest people on the planet, for a lot of reasons. I started wondering why we can't be the happiest people? What would it take for me to make myself one of the happiest people? Not much, I think.
Maybe I don't need that Super-Mom cape after all, maybe I just need to add a little pep to my step and not let stupid little stuff get me down. Maybe being a true Super-Mom means being happy with what you have done at the end of the day instead of worrying about doing everything by the end of the day. So last night when I laid down in bed next to Elle to put her to sleep I decided that this was the most important part of my whole day. And that it didn't matter that I had not gotten the lunches made and the clothes ironed for today, or that I was not going to see my show I wanted to watch. But that laying there with her so she could fall asleep feeling happy and safe was the best thing I could do all day, even if it took an hour. And then...she head-butted me...by accident.
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