and I walked home with a pitcher of Sangria

Yesterday, being Thursday-or Superlousyday as I would prefer to call it, was a bad day. I had two demonic kids that ignored every word I had to say, and a consistent wet, rainy, dreary chill and gray sky that seemed perpetually stuck in that dark-close-to-dusk time. On top of that, it was a stressy-but totally unfulfilled day at work.

There was a hovering gloom that would simply not.go.away.

Did I mention that it was a bad day?

But at the end of the day...the end of the day say around 7pm when the kids were coming down from their bad high I left the apartment and happened into pod in the village.

And I hung out with some friends and I chatted and I forgot that I was a mom of ill-behaved kids and I laughed and I joked...

and I walked home with a pitcher of Sangria.



and all was suddenly right with the world.