Sometimes we are grateful for a day when it comes, sometimes we are grateful for a day when it leaves.

Mornings usually make me happy.

They mean a new day.  "With no mistakes in it." (Anne Shirley)

And a new day today means yesterday will never be back again.

Which makes me happy.

Not that it was a bad day, just lots of little things happening to create lots of enmity between us.

Like Faye's digestion problems.  Diarrhea and my little girl are not a good combo.  (TMI?  Sorry.) 

Lots of little boys playing here was so fun for Keith.  But several broken glasses later, I found all my olive oil spilled on the floor and a few plates of food completely wasted.  These things don't make me happy.  I had to go into my bedroom and breathe deeply for a few minutes before heading back out to remedy the problem.

Keith decided instead of coloring he would eat the crayons.  By the time I got there the casualties were great and the other boys were wondering what they were going to color with.

*Sigh* 

I am so happy to have my little man back with me.  But quoting my mother here, sleepovers seem like a good idea until the next morning when trying to deal with a child who had not slept the whole night.  Yikes!