It was one of those Mary Poppins days- practically perfect in every way, you know the ones where you wish would do the whole groundhog day thing; lather, rinse, repeat.
The Girl Child cheerfully, no eye rolling or sassy tones, did everything I asked- the first time. But holy crow was that more magnificent than I ever could have imagined it could be.
I got all of my chores done, super fast- must have been the peanut butter and banana toast I ate for breakfast- and still had time to play with Emma. And I mean really play. Polly Pockets, Nintendo, reading, built a fort- and cleaned it up, all before dinner.
Tomorrow will you be just as great? Pretty please with a cherry on top?