We’re all human here at R.SimpleLife. We have good days and we have bad days. The bad days are fewer and further between now that a little boy has arrived… they’re more like bad minutes. Or hours. Well yesterday was just one of those days. It had all the promise to be a great day. Stormy, cool (I know these might not sound like the makings of a good day, but if you know me at all, you know that’s a good day in my book). I made it to the gym and was showered and back cuddling with my guys by 6:30am. Kelly was back.
But by 5 o’clock, I was ready to retreat to my happy place with my boys (one was still at work, so I called in the reserves, a cat) and shut out the world. So I did. I closed my blinds, held my sleeping baby, and delved into the archives of Nat the Fat Rat on my iPad. And it made me feel much better.
Sometimes it’s okay to have a bad day. It’s okay to shut your blinds and pretend no one else exists. It’s okay to drink four cups of tea and eat pears with salami, cheddar cheese, and almonds for dinner. It’s okay, because life isn’t perfect. And really, who would want it to be perfect when you get to have retreats to your happy place to make it all better?