Everyone has that one thing that always makes them feel good no matter what. For some people that's momma's comfort food, for some a favorite song or movie, for some a bubble bath, for others maybe a favorite season or place. My no fail feel good are jammie pants and fuzzy socks, worn together of course, and even better when fresh out of the dryer. Yesterday was one of those days for me where things were just bleh. There really wasn't anything wrong, it wasn't one of those days were everything goes wrong, in fact nothing terribly wrong had happened, it was just a cold late fall day, in which I was informed I have to work overtime on Saturday, I rush to pick up my girlies, two of the three with runny noses and off to church where Karly Q refused to behave. I get home to a house that's messy, laundry that needs to be done and I know the next few nights are going to be just as hectic.
I finally got all the girls to bed, and I sat down to read my bible, the verses from the sermon that I missed tonight trying to get Karly to sit still. Then I put on my jammie pants, well actually ones I seem to have inherited, my fuzzy socks and climbed into bed. Yes, I slept in my socks, something I normally don't do, but it felt good. This morning I woke earlier than usual and it was a new day. I straightened up a little, baked a pie for work and turned around to the most wonderful surprise, Karly Q, also up earlier than usual, ready for a big hug.
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