Manners for the win

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Friday, April 10, 2015
Some days you wake up feeling like you can take on the world and it is going to be a great day. And then you realize your day didn't get the memo it was supposed to be great. Yesterday was one of those days. Thursday started out awesome. P and I got out of the house on time; maybe even a smidgen early. I drop him off at preschool and he happily trots into class, but not before smiling happily for a picture in his "the best" crewcuts graphic tee. He took Mickey to school because well you just pick your battles with a two year old.


I head to Starbucks on my way to clinic and they give me a free "kindness" granola bar along with my iced latte.  Little did I know I would desperately need that later on. I remember thinking to myself this is going to be a great day.

The next 8 hours were a blur. I was in clinic and things were just extra busy and complicated. We were running behind schedule all day long and besides quick bites of the previously mentioned granola bar I didn't eat anything until we wrapped up with patients at 4:30. Then when I go to pick up Perry at preschool he took one look at me and started crying and not wanting to leave. That just warms a momma's heart right up. lol. I am choosing to just be thankful that he loves playing at school. But he was in a terrible mood. I had already decided we would go to Sam and Greg's for dinner and gelato since the weather was beautiful and we had no evening plans. But he cried and whined all the way there and the whole dinner experience was not looking good.

But then it turns out that there was a group of several families getting together to eat outside at Sam and Gregs too, with lots of little boys, and they had ingeniously brought sidewalk chalk for the kids to play with. Perry was invited to play with them and he had a blast running around and and drawing with chalk. That cheered him right up. I tried to get bites of food in him in between the playing and I enjoyed a little time to sit and decompress from work. Once P had enough drive by bites of pizza and chicken and fries it was time for gelato, or ice cream as he calls it.



He said he wanted the "white" ice cream so classic vanilla it was. And I thought good call...that will wash out well. Because lets face it there is no way that isn't going to be messy.

The evening ended with a walk down the square back to the car. While we were walking P looked up at me and said all on his own:

"Thank you mommy for the ice cream."

And my heart melted and the stress of a hard day kind of fell away. You are very welcome P. You can brighten any day with your fun loving spirit and those manners. Thank you for using your manners and giving us a sweet moment to end the day on.

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