That kind of day

Phew. It was a day. A clean the house all morning only to have a magician of a three year old tear it apart in 10 seconds kind of a day. A tantrum because you didn't cut the apple in the right shape kind of day. A bath before dinner to pass the witching hour only to get covered in spaghetti sauce right after kind of day. A pipes burst filthy kitchen sink water everywhere kind of day. 

It was supposed to be a finish this fun blog post about a creative art project to do with kids kind of day. But its not. To end this day right I need to not stress myself out to present the most well crafted post because it is what my calendar told me to do, but instead I need to say enough. You woke up. You had coffee. You tried your darnedest to shine even when you didn't want to. And now it is time for wine, a new book, and bed. We'll repeat tomorrow. That is always a new day.