You know when you have one of those good days? No? Me neither, usually. But today, I actually had one of those days. A day where everything just worked out. Went to plan.
Don’t get me wrong, if things don’t go right I don’t class that as a “bad” day, I just class it as a day where it’s not gone my way. Just another day with a 9 month old. A bad day for me is a poonami without a change of clothes mixed with spilt breastmilk.
Today started off nicely with a 7:30 wake up after only one feed at 4am. I fed T, got him dressed and was then treated to a long-ish shower as T was just happy to watch me play peekaboo around the shower screen. We then had a zero wastage breakfast, another feed and then went off to playgroup.
The weather, albeit cold, was glorious which meant I could wear my new green Dr. Martin boots. Beaming sunshine (it’s been raining and grey all weekend and then some) meant I could also wear T in a newly hired Connecta sling.
After playgroup I went for a coffee with my mum group and T had his lunch which resulted in very little going on the floor. He then fed and went to sleep on me for the remainder of our therapy session. We then walked home in the sunshine.
At home I was allowed to make some lunch AND eat it whilst T played happily on his tummy. I put a wash on and washed up breakfast and lunch. 2:30 rolled round and T had another nap whilst I caught up on some reading. When it was 3:30, T woke up, had a feed and kept me company whilst I prepared his tea and mama’s dinner.
After tea and some story time I then ran T a bath, got out fresh pyjamas for him and started on the journey to bedtime.
T fell asleep bang on 7pm and I was able to finish off the remainder of S’s dinner.
This may not sound like much to you, but for me this was a huge treat, an absolute win. I did nothing different to what I usually do on a Tuesday, but for some reason it just fit into place today. Everything went smoothly.
Maybe it was the sunshine, maybe we both got out on the right side of the bed, who knows, but even if this sort of thing happens once a week, even once a fortnight I’ll be happy.