It should have been a rough day. It should have been a very rough day.
It started out with me getting to sleep at 1 AM after tossing and turning for 2 hours. It continued on with Sydney waking in the middle of the night with a bad cold. "My ears hurt," she cried. "I have a runny nose." She kept us up starting at about 3 AM, and after Jason got up to go to work at 5, Sydney and I managed to sleep for a few more hours.
When the hacking coughs finally woke her up, she was melancholy and clingy. Had to cancel my morning get-together with my group of friends. More exhausted weeping from Syd, which resulted in an early nap for her and a long hot shower for me.
I should have been exhausted. I should have been frazzled. I should have thought that taking Sydney to class with me was a bad idea.
But I wasn't, I didn't, and will wonders never cease, I got through the day without shedding a single tear.
Sydney, runny nose and all, amused my students to no end. I don't think they'll remember much about ethos, pathos, and logos, but I bet they'll remember that drawing she did on the white board which she announced was "a house." My students may not have remembered to take notes about persuasive speaking, but they did remember to say hi to Sydney and give her high-fives.
I should have been stressed out about an annual Thanksgiving gathering with friends that we went to tonight. My hair was unspectacular, my outfit un-fantastic, my daughter unwilling to play with the other kids upstairs--it all could have been the end of me. But it wasn't. Who cared about the hair? Or the clothes? Or the child who only wanted to eat ice cream? Instead we ate too much, told too many pregnancy stories, laughed too much at our memories as we played "name that tune," and clapped at the crowd of little girls dancing and spinning and giggling in the living room to the tunes of Elvis and Snoop Dog and Vanilla Ice.
It should have been a rough day.
But it wasn't.
And I don't know why it wasn't, except that it just wasn't. Instead of focusing on what was going wrong, I enjoyed the change the pace. I enjoyed walking to class with Sydney's hand in mine. Enjoyed the distractions as I taught. Enjoyed the hot chocolate she and I shared between classes. Enjoyed the hug from my husband, the time with my friends, the hour of TV watching "House." It wasn't a rough day. It was, runny nose and all, almost perfect.
Yesterday, when everything went right, I got it wrong.
Today, when everything went wrong, I got it right.
Maybe it was because it wasn't raining when I woke up this morning. Or maybe it was because of that eggnog I drank yesterday. Or maybe it was because somewhere, someone prayed for me. And if that was you...thanks. Today, I needed it.