It was unseasonably warm in the Philadelphia-area today. Immediately upon stepping outside of the house to take the kids to the doctor for well-visits, we were shedding our coats in favor of our long-sleeved shirts. I was disappointed that we had to spend the beautiful morning in the doctor’s office, so I decided that after the appointment we would go exploring in the nearby woods. It was oh-so-spontaneous of me, really. And sure enough I made good on my promise after the appointment. As we headed into the woods on what seemed to be a path, the boys clearly excited to be outside and in exploration mode, I congratulated myself on being such a great mom.

It’s funny, because it was one of those mornings where I just knew the day would be awful - I woke up to a sink full of dishes and no clean utensils for breakfast, I didn’t have time to shower, there was still glitter all over the rug from our previous evening’s card-making extravaganza.  I could just tell where the day was heading. But here we were, out on a beautiful sunny day, walking into the woods, listening to the birds, feeling the breeze. I was thinking to myself how different it is to be a stay-at-home parent during the nicer seasons when one can more easily get the kids outside each day. And I contemplated how the day had started, and noted how, yet again, the day had shifted, my mood had shifted, so very quickly, as is so often the case these days. Everyday it seems like I can love what I do in one minute, and in the next want to run from the house screaming.

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