Taking it for Granted

I cannot be the only one...who has come to realize that I take the easy, smooth, and uneventful days of family life for granted. I don't take the time to appreciate the flow of good moods and our ability to laugh out loud regularly...I don't see how lucky we are until I am staring down the barrel of a full fledged hurricane of an ultra bad day.


My little family of three was having a bad day. 

It should not have been as shocking to us when the storm of a bad day made landfall. There were a multitude of factors out on the horizon (back to school quickly approaching, returning home from a weekend away, and a little something the doctor liked to refer to as: pink eye), but regardless of the signs, when the bad day hit, it hit us hard and left all three of us in a bearish state.

I am talking about one of those bad days that leaves you wondering how you will ever get past it, the words that are hurtful can never be unsaid and the punishments that were doled out are going to have to be followed (yup, even that "no video games for a month" one...the begging will eventually stop, right?).

After the hubby left to cool off, the boy was in his room attempting to gain control of himself, and I was sitting in my chair by the window, I started to reflect on the glory that was yesterday. Yesterday, a day of easy going, submarine sandwich eating, Paul Blart: Mall Cop 2 watching bliss.  How I allowed the serenity of yesterday to go unnoticed and unappreciated...what I fool I was.

I decided I was going to take the slings and arrows of the bad day and rather than try to forget them I was going to use them as a reminder of how GREAT a normal day around the old homestead really is. So while my little family of three was still hurting from the drastic measures and sore words of the that abysmal day, I was already looking forward to the gratitude I would feel for the next good old boring day to come.

PS: We did make it through to the other side of that bad day and listening to the begging for video game time was pretty rough (lesson learned on my part: really think about punishments before giving them...really, really think).