I decided that I had several options as to how I'd approach the day, and I chose to put my game face on. I was going to tackle it at full force, no matter what the previous night's events would try to dictate.
Now, does this mean I made it out of my jammies? No. But I didn't make a Starbucks run either. I did do lots and lots of laundry and snuggled and took a fifteen minute nap that I say is better than nothing.
I opened the windows and breathed in the air. A storm was coming, I could just tell, but it wouldn't be here until night. I loved how the wind blew the grass and the clouds changed from white and fluffy to mysterious to fluffy again.
The kids played in the backyard for a long time. This was a wonderful "alone" time for me, I guess, even though I was watching them right through the screen door. They made up stories and things to do and never came in once the whole time to get a drink or a snack or a toy like usual.
I looked at my children and reminded myself that they were kinda my "work" and if I had to "go to a workplace" today I'd have showered, dressed, and made the best of my day no matter that I had no sleep and little legs and arms poking me in all directions. I felt that they- being the little lifes that I love more than my life itself- deserved better than what I would fake for some coworker at the end of the day. They deserved to have all of me and, although I didn't shower or dress up for them, I gave my all yesterday.
So, my family is safe. I didn't have Starbucks or a real nap or a long hot bath or any real time to myself as hubby even worked late last night on top of that, too! But I am going shoe shopping today and I did make an appointment for a manicure tomorrow and I am so going out with the girls tomorrow night. And Sunday night, too. And I deserve it, thankyouverymuch.
Now, one good thing about blogging this is that I have a record of this exemplary behavior of mine. I am not so sure it's likely to be repeated.