yesterday was ok.
just ok because i banged my knee up somehow and am hobbling around like a little old lady.
i brought the little man to an indoor park.
that was nice.
nice if you like a bajillion snotty nosed kids touching your kid…
the OCD in me wanted to spray purell from a garden hose.
i can’t imagine the park gets wiped down…ever.
i stepped in a brown substance on the gym floor in my juicy couture socks.
yea, the first thing i thought was…dammit i wore my cute socks.
ben told me it wasn’t poop.
but looking around at all the little kids and back down at the brown squishy on my heel…
i am convinced it was poop.
snot is one thing…poop is another.
we ate mexican food for dinner and giggled in the car while brayden sang.
“I LOVE YOU IN THE MORNING AND IN THE AFTERNOON…”
it’s days like that i love best.
the “ok” ones.
i don’t need excitment and fancy.
i just need life around me.
like a big giant hug.
Got in a fight yesterday.
Like a real yelling screaming fight.
I was so mad.
So so mad.
My fists hurt from clenching them so tight at my side.
My face was red and hot.
all of a sudden…
I looked at him and forgot what I was so mad about.
I can’t possibly be mad at that man for more than 30 minutes really.
He’s just too damn cute.
And too damn good to me.
And really, if I’m being honest, he is everything to me.
I can’t be mad at that.
So I kissed him instead.