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.