I was due one and I guess it came today. I didn’t sleep much last night but I did wake up more upbeat than usual. Little man watching cartoons in my bed, saved me from having to rise too early.
On good days, I can play with Little man. I can find fun in wrestling and jumping on the bed. I can laugh through peek a boo, silly faces and toys flying everywhere.
On good days, I’m not filled with dread when I hear murmurs as my Little man wakes up from his day time naps. I’m not filled with rage when he knocks over my mug of tea, and I’m not filled with a desire to burn when he shouts and screams the house down.
On good days, I’m less emotional, more patient and better able to cope.
On good days, I love him and I’m a better mum. Little man deserves more good days.