Wanna know what is NOT a Joyful Moment? Waking up at 2:30 AM to the sound of steady dripping rain. Inside your house. The house that you bought because it was newer so you wouldn't have to deal with things like leaks and whatnots. Hooray.
But I am thankful that it was the door frame to my bedroom so we're actually aware of it and can get it taken care of.
And then I looked out the sliding door tonight and saw snow. Wow. There is something magical about the first snow of the season that does make it a Joyful Moment. But when you live in the North Pole and know that it represents six months of winter yet to come, the Joyful Moment is rather fleeting.
My feet have been like little icicles all day. I don't ever want to leave my house again "till Spring crept over the windowsill."
Anyway, today's real Joyful Moment was brought to me by my Little M. We got home from the gym, let Z in and then discovered that she had been traipsing through the very black dirt of the garden in our absence. Except it wasn't dirt because of all the rain we've been having. It was mud. Black mud all over my kitchen floor. So, I whisked her away to the bathroom (if lugging a big black dog that weighs half as much as I do can be considered "whisking") to wash her paws.
Meanwhile, Baby B was kind of freaking out because he was hungry and tired and needed both of those needs met five minutes prior. Then Little M comes and asks if he can open the rice rusks we bought for Baby B yesterday. I realize this is a fabulous idea and tell him to go ahead. He does so while I finish up with Z and I can hear him in the kitchen talking to Baby B in the sweetest little voice, helping him to be calm and happy while Little M opens his rusks. So, we give him one to munch on while I get lunch ready. And I offhandedly mention that I now need to mop the floor sometime today. Little M pipes up with an "I'll do it!" So, I prepare the mop and he gets to work while I get lunch out.
So, in a very short amount of time, we're all sitting down to eat and I can feed myself and Baby B in peace, knowing that I don't have to mop the floor because Little M actually did a pretty good job.
And then I'm reminded that even though much of the time he is a crazy and sort of challenging child, underneath it all he has a heart of gold.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments that don't involve drips at 2:30 AM!