Earlier today I was grumbling to a friend that I was in a bad mood and that my bad mood was effecting my writing abilities. Basically meaning I was pissy and couldn't think of anything quirky to write about.
Her suggestion to me was to write about the joy of being able to lounge around in my pj's until noon, which I tend to do daily.
It was a fabulous suggestion because it made me stop and realize how lucky I am.
I imagine a lot of Moms (and Dads) would kill to be able to lounge around in the pj's, watching cartoons and doing nothing more than retrieving a binky or sippy cup.
Of course, I started feeling a little guilty about my bad mood and slowly it slipped away as I watched my nugget run around in circles tossing toys every which way.
I am lucky to be home with her.
I am lucky enough to get to watch her grow.
I am lucky enough to wear my pj's until noon if I want to.
I am lucky.
And therefore, I am happy.
Thank you, Angela.
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