Today was a good day.

For the past few weeks I've had little patience. Every little thing makes my blood boil--- seeing the playroom a mess, picking up after everyone all the time, and just the general out of control nature of having 2 kids. I've been impatient with both kids and last night I decided it was time to stop. My Buddha doesn't respond well to any kind of negativity, so I had to readjust.

And today was the day that makes me want 12 more kids. I kept my patience-o-meter firmly in check. I let things roll of my back. I picked up a bowl of chocolate covered pretzels that had all the chocolate sucked off and only the soggy pretzel left and I felt grateful that I get to be the one to pick up after these 2 beautiful little people. Maybe it's the gratitude challenge... Maybe it's hearing about someone who lost their baby... Whatever it is I'm going to hold on to it. Both kids were in better moods, as was I. They learned more today than they did all week. We laughed a lot and tickled a lot.

One small error- I took them to a Halloween store to look for something and they were scared shitless by all the spooky sounds and creepy costumes. And I may have used the word 'slutty' to describe all female costumes in front of them. But besides that traumatic and most likely terrifying outing, we're all good.