I am continually amazed by how the day to day Groundhog routine (often consisting of the “same old”) can feel so completely different. Black and white different. Night and day different.
Star Wars prequels versus the originals different.
It’s mind boggling.
What’s worse, is I have little control over whether it’s a good day or a bad day. And for someone who likes to have a control over such things, it’s enough to drive one slightly crazy.
Or occasionally “please lock me up in a padded cell because I might actually get to lay down and sleep for a while without screaming children in the background” kinda crazy.
Is it wrong that sounds a bit relaxing?
Would I have internet?
As anyone with children knows, they have the power. You can attempt to harness the power and train them to use it for good.
But do something slightly different from what they wish, skip a nap, or turn your back for thirty seconds so you can pee…
Suddenly all hell breaks loose and The Power of the Dark Side has been harnessed.
Luckily, today The Dark Side was scarce and it was one of those “I really love being a Mommy” days.
Except for the Poopapolooza that happened at 4 AM.
But that’s a story for later. When I’m not half asleep.
Assuming the Dark Side doesn’t make up for being quiet today and plague me tomorrow.