I had a good day with the boys today. No, you don't need to reread that last sentence and check for a typo. I don't often write about the good days because they don't usually provide good fodder for blogging. Especially since the point of my blog is to share my struggles on this journey. But I figured it might be good to acknowledge the good days every once in a while.
It wasn't a perfect day. There were still some time-outs. I had to repeat instructions. There were reminders about having bad attitudes and whining. So yeah, not perfect. But it was a good day.
And maybe that is the issue. Maybe I'm so busy looking for a perfect day, where my kids get along and obey me and no one gets into anything they shouldn't and we have fun together, that I miss the good days. If I set my expectations on having a perfect day or even a super great day, then the first thing that doesn't go the right way means the day is a failure. Perfect days don't exist. But good days are plentiful and maybe I'll have a better chance at spotting them if I give up on perfection.

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