My $13 haircut and $20 pedicure from yesterday’s solo day out have Mommy more or less back in form… cheerful (for a cranky bugger) and content on a Monday morning. Or at least approaching cheerful when from the next room, I hear:
"Mr. Duck is heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!!" followed by "THIS time, DON’T call me Dude!"
Then I laugh out loud and the girls, startled, look at me like I’ve sprung 3 heads (or laughed). And their big grins remind me of one of my most important Mommy Rules –teach the girls that they’re delightful and funny and likeable. I can accomplish this by uttering a big honest guffaw at their weirdness once in awhile.
I remember how much fun I had as a kid when I made my parents laugh… Even now when my folks tell me long stories about their hangnails and sciatica and wasp problems, if I can make them laugh I feel successful and warm inside.
So tip over the seratonin bucket, Mommy’s got her laugh on!