This was one of those mornings.
G got up at 6:00 and would not let me sleep another second.
There was not a lot of good listening going on.
I was impatient because I was tired.
Then, on the way to school, G wrote I LOVE YOU on his portable drawing-thingy.
I said, I love you too buddy. Even when we have hard mornings I love you so much.
He said he knows.
Then we raced from the car to school, gave extra big hugs and kisses, and a few extra air hugs too.
That little man makes it impossible to have a completely bad morning. But I feel like complaining, so I’m aiming for a particularly shitty afternoon.