The Facts of Life

You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both, and there you have...

The facts of life.

The facts of life.

I realize that many of you are way too young to remember that song. But I do.  Or at least parts of it.

But I do.

And that is the song that comes to mind when I recall the events of the last two days.

(By the way, I started this post last night and fell asleep before I was done :)

Yesterday was the bad.  Almost all bad.

Two kids who were not making wise choices, either at home or at school (or both).  Another child licking wounds after a difficult time with a friend.  Mark was gone.  I was busy trying to straighten up the house.  And yet everywhere I turned, I tripped over kids' belongings.

I may or may not have snapped.

I may or may not have ALMOST said "Shut up."  (I DIDN'T say it, but I sure thought it...hard)

I may or may not have ranted and raved a bit.

I may or may not have threatened to run away.

And I may or may not have meant it.  Okay.  I may have.


It was not a fun evening.  It wasn't a stellar evening for my kids.  And it wasn't a stellar evening for this mom.


Fast forward about 24 hours.


Two kids had a good day, both at school or home (relatively speaking :).  Another child learned and demonstrated how to walk away when he/she wasn't being treated nicely.


We played.


We had pictures taken by a friend (well, mainly Marley did :).


We enjoyed some time outside.


We laughed.


We talked.


And Daddy came home (later).


I want more of those days, but I suppose I wouldn't appreciate having them as much if I did.


I guess I do have to take the good with the bad.


It's the facts of life.


Reba