Hello Tangelo.

Today was a good day.  The best day I’ve had for a long time.  We started out with a lot of tangelos.  And in my opinion, starting your day with tangelo’s and/or fresh squeezed orange juice is always a good idea.

My hair was not in a ponytail or a wad on the back of my head.  For the first time since…. I don’t know when.  I made it to the Post Office, finally.  I’ve had two packages that I needed to send sitting on my kitchen counter for a full two months.  It’s embarassing really, but when push comes to shove, the Post Office sometimes gets the shaft.

We played at the park for a good portion of today, which made my child all sorts of happy.  And I maybe put her in my very favorite little leggings.  It is getting close to time to give them up.  They are a 12 month, and all her others are 3T…. but seriously, cutie little pear leggings?  I can’t let them go.  (They are from BabyGap last winter, skirt and shirt both thrifted.)  And after our park date, we had a quesadilla date at my favorite Mexican place, and then an ice cream date with my friend, and then swung by the park again just for kicks.

And then when Scott got home from work I spent some time alone at the fabric store.  I’ll take some pictures tomorrow.  Holy smokes I found some cute things!  All in all, not a bad day.*

*So, here’s the deal, I don’t always blog about my whole life.  A lot of the bad stuff gets left out, not because I am trying to hide it, but because I really try to not focus on the negative.  It is first of all exhausting and second of all pretty counter productive to my earthly happiness.  But, I’ll just tell you, a pretty perfect day for me, like today, was also full of all sorts of crap.  My child was awake from 4:00-5:30 this morning, we had no less than 5 two year old tantrums, she tripped on the sidewalk and cracked her head on the cement.  She’s got an epic bruise on her forehead.  Epic.  And that doesn’t count all the snot on my shirt sleeves due to forgetting tissue when we went to the park.  But if I focused all my energy on the amount of snot on my shirt that did not belong to me, well then I wouldn’t be much of a mother and it wouldn’t make me happier.  Here’s the thing, the good always comes with the bad, and you can focus on the shiny parts of your life, or the muddy parts of your life.  And depending on what you choose, it can make all the difference.  Alright, that’s the end of my soapbox schpiel about honesty in blogging and sharing and life in general.  Please don’t judge me for the snot on my shirt.