Mama said there’ll be days like this,
There’ll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there’ll be days like this,
There’ll be days like this my Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Today stunk. I could sit here and list the reasons, but really it boiled down to The Boy being REALLY sad that he had to go to school and me to work, which he quickly rebounded from but I did not. He’s been needing extra cuddle time, and I have been busy. None the less, his cries were heard in my heart, and my whole day was a bit downtrodden by it, so I canceled my normal Monday activities and spent the evening at home with him playing. Even as he laughs and puts my heart pieces back together, I can’t help but feel like crying. I feel like this is something complex that no one can fully understand. I don’t talk about it, but I write.
Today is what it is. Tomorrow will be another day– another opportunity.
