Today was on of those days where I looked at the schedule and sighed. It was a full day, with complicated patients and multiple issues. I dreaded going in.

I started it running behind, having slept through my alarm and only getting one cup of coffee in before my little howler monkey joined me, 530 am and ready to party while whining about whatever a two year old whines about. 

I ran out of butter while making the kids breakfast, and almost ran out of bread as well. Added to the list of things to do in my mental list, I made lunch before getting myself ready for the day.

It was a total rush, the six year olds field trip today, and one sick kid asking for something for their tummy,  husband down for the count with whatever nastiness was going around, and the youngest starting to cough.

After drop off at school, I felt the sink in my gut of a mom who isn’t a paragon ripple through me. I forgot to give a quarter to feed the ducks, or whatever it was for. 

I imagined heartbreak as I drove to work.

Eight hours of work stretched ahead, but went smoothly, and well. People I worried about walked in feeling better today, while those with many problems had a few less. 

The day  I had dreaded became good, one of those magical days where each left with a smile.

My child who I’d worried about all day had nothing but amazing memories and stories of how great her day was, while my cougher and puker did ok. 

Daddy is still down for the count, but that’s how these things go.

A new pair of glasses completed a great day for the six year old, the four year old upset about the colour but easily cheered when promised a pink pair of her own when she goes blind. 

Hugs and stories and one more kiss on repeat,

And then silence, sitting and a deep breath. 

Another day of gratitude. 

Memories of happiness in everyday life.