The other day though, we had one of THOSE days. The rare ones. The one in which everything you imagine happening, happens.
First, we all slept until a decent hour. Then, we made our beds, got dressed brushed our teeth, and got breakfast ready without any meltdowns. Then, we had nothing planned, so we walked to the park with our strollers. The weather was perfect, not hot, but not at all cold. There were flowers to pick, so we stopped to pick them. We mood at cows. I even had a plan for dinner.
This is when Hannah came up with a new game. It's the renaming game. It went something like this:
"Mommy, you are Goo!"
"Oh, I'm Goo, huh?"
"Yeah! And Ellie is Bugga Boo Boo! And I'm Gigi!"
"What do you think, Ellie?"
"Not Ellie! Bugga Boo Boo!"
"Oh, sorry. What do you think, Bugga Boo Boo?"
(Bugga Boo Boo giggles)
"She likes it Goo!"
We played like this all day. I was, in fact, "Goo" for weeks. For some reason it makes Hannah and Ellie break into giggle fits.
Then we came home and Gigi and Bugga Boo Boo played with water, got drenched, got muddy, then got to play in the bath. I don't actually remember what we had for dinner, but I know it got made at a decent time. And that Daddy didn't get a special name for whatever reason. It was just me.
Daddy gets a lot of privileges, you know. He's gone all day, so when he gets home, it's fun hour. He gets the daily recap, the tickle fest, and the dance time while I cook. But this was a Mommy special. Those other days, the ones where I wonder how many times I can repeat the same set of directions, or try to figure out why the hysterics started, or clean up some kind of staining spill, I remember this one. I get tired, I get grouchy, I get overwhelmed, no doubt. But I must be doing something right.
Because I am Goo.