Spilled milk

Today was just one of those days.

A missed morning nap, a mom+baby pilates class that never happened because I thought it was at 10am instead of 11, a 20 minute nap in the car, a carton of spilled milk, an afternoon nap where mom and baby slept until a quarter to 6.

So the emails didn't get checked, the dishes didn't get cleaned, the pear puree did not get made, dinner was a frozen pizza and bathtime will have to wait until tomorrow.

These days aren't easy. But now, as I sit here, listening to the hum of the dishwasher and the contented breathing of a papa and baby who have dozed off to sleep, I realize, that I could be grateful too for days like today.