Not every day is the day you want it to be or even expect it to be. But, somehow we always manage to carry on. We keep on loving.
Not every wintry Monday starts out how you expect it to...then you just roll with the punches and adjust.
With that said: I scooped M off the kitchen counter (as this is where she chose to lay her head as she began to faint), chipped the thick layer of frozen wintry mix from the truck's windshield, drove D to school (which took seven times longer than it should), fixed Princess A's continuing college tuition payment aggravation issue by phone, made a doctor's appointment for M, called into work (hoping to get in there at some point today)--all by 8:26am and now...I'll get clean and sing in the shower.
Despite, I still like Mondays. Maybe just not this Monday.