The best kind of day

Today was a bad day. It wasn't really anyone's fault. Well, it might've been the cat's fault. I am now sporting three fabulous new bandages because of him but part of me wonder's if it's really his fault or his nature's fault. Anyways, it was a long day. It was a difficult day. And I survived it. Largely because four of my littlest challenges who were also having a rough end to a long day, all (separately) wanted to sit in my lap and be held. This doesn't make my day any better or any worse, but, it does leave me remembering, I may not be the best person I know- but I'm important to some beautiful children. And no matter how hard my day was, it was the best kind of day.