Yesterday was a beautiful Easter Sunday,
Full of family and food and nice clothes and candy.
Pete and I fell asleep as soon as our heads hit the pillow.
PJ joined us in bed at some point
(as is his custom)
And we woke up, together, as a family.
But the glow quickly faded.
We all had the post-holiday hangover,
Not from alcohol but from too much food and fun and candy.
PJ was out-of sorts, annoyed with my denials to his requests of chocolate.
He was grumpy and difficult and off-focus.
Pete is at work tonight so he slept the day away.
Even though PJ could have used an early bedtime,
We went to the park instead.
I was hoping that a bath in the gorgeous evening light
Would help give us back our glow
Before PJ got his actual bath.
It worked, and by bedtime
I found myself lingering over his bedtime story
And indulging his request for extra hugs
And "forty-ten" kisses.
It's hard to remember,
When I am tapped out on patience and understanding and
Good Parenting Skills in general,
That those are the times PJ needs me to be at my best.