A Good Day

What is the measure of a good day? For one, I woke up with a plan. A. had finished her last day of swimming class yesterday and I knew that this morning I wouldn't take her to preschool until lunch time, so that I could begin undoing her braids. I can't believe it's been almost two weeks since I've done anything to her hair. Absolutely blissful, and yet it's hard to express how much I miss having "hair time" with my sweet little girl.

So, starting off the day with her was a plus. I took her to school and took S.O. some lunch.

Came back home and for the next two or so hours tried in vain to get my Adobe software to load--last ditch effort, I unplugged the ethernet cable from the router and put it directly into the laptop (don't you love it when a girl talks dirty?). Nothing like a digital IV to get a download hoppin'.

That was another plus. Celebrated this minor technological miracle with a brownie and "cow's milk" (as we say in our houshold)...

Followed by a bowl of sugar smacks. Yes ladies, PMS is your friend.

After we got home, and while I was cooking, S.O. reminded me that tonight was his night to put A. to bed (last week we instituted a daddy-put-daughter-to-bed on Thursdays and Saturdays rule). All you for real feminists are saying to yourselves, "Uhm, shouldn't it be more like three nights, and uhm, isn't your daughter FOUR? And you just now came up with this rule?"

All I have to say is: Baby Steps.

And he cleaned the kitchen.

Amazing what a little early morning nookie can achieve.