tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1839625998166393564.post-10849249265498437542008-07-06T21:24:00.000-07:002008-07-06T21:40:41.462-07:00Today I had what I would consider a really good day. I have absolutely no complaints about today! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Telesa</span> didn't have one fussy moment and was good for me all day, I even got to shower <em>and </em>had time to straighten my hair. My mom took her to a soccer game so I had some time to do math homework, and then I had a math tutor help me and I'm actually starting to really get it. Once I started to understand it, it kind of got fun! My friend came by to show me her new car! It was really nice, I think it was a civic, she got a red one. We drove around for a bit, had a good time. When it was time for bed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Telesa</span> was all smiles, and didn't cry when I was getting her dressed or anything like that. We just enjoyed quiet play and then I nursed her and then rocked her to sleep with minimal effort. I even <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">transferred</span> her with hardly a startle (for the record, shes a hard transfer, I usually have to be in super stealth ninja mode when I'm laying her down and I usually fail in my first attempt).<br /><br />So what, why, how can I possibly be worried today of all days, on this particularly good day, you might ask? Well, I believe you have to pay for your good day. On average it's one good day for every three bad days. I'm worried about how the next few days are going to be if today was so good. Whats going to happen, why I got to have such a good day? I know, this doesn't sound like my happy optimistic self here but really no one can have a good day<em> every</em> day. Your probably thinking I should just shut up and enjoy my good day while I have it, and your right, but I can't help but think about those days that are sure to come. You know what I'm talking about, the days where nothing seems to go right, your plans fall apart before your very eyes, your baby wants you and no one else, and is extremely fussy no matter what you do.<br /><br />Sometimes I kind of wish that there were no bad days, but that would also mean no good days. It would be just days where nothing bad happens but nothing good happens either. I think the good days are pretty worth it though, those days where you can't stop smiling and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">everything</span> seems funny. Yeah, being stressed out to the point of just wanting to crawl in a hole for say the next ten years isn't fun but if you didn't have those days sometimes you could never <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">appreciate</span> those good days for what they really are: great days.Elliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14691118402180823048noreply@blogger.com1