Some days.. we never make it out of our pajamas until it's time to take a bath and put on new ones.
Some days.. the only vegetable consumed is the one Mama sneaks into her morning smoothie which she graciously shares with the toddler when prodded.
Some days.. it seems Curious George episodes are on repeat from lunch time until dinner time.
Some days.. it feels as if Daddy can't leave work fast enough.
Some days.. ice pops and Oreos are used to soothe bumped foreheads and bruised knees.
Some days.. voices are raised tempers are lost and hands are swatted.
Some days.. toddlers will be toddlers and Mamas will be cranky.
Some days.. the dishes remain dirty and the laundry piled high and unwashed.
Some days.. dinner is left to your own devices.
Some days.. happen. They're not the norm but I'd be lying if I said they didn't.
But those days?
I wouldn't trade them for the world. Because they make the good days, the great days, that much sweeter.