There’s nothing like a splash of ice cold smoothie to the hiney to jolt you out of bed!
Savannah and her daddy have a ritual. Every morning he delivers a bowl of CCO’s (cheerios) and a sippy cup of milk to her in bed. Once in a while when she’s lucky enough to get a “moochie” (smoothie) instead of milk. Today was one of those days. Since by morning “her bed” is actually “our bed,” we’ve taught her the very delicate process of holding her moochie with two hands. Sure she has quite the Moochie Mustache when she’s all set and done but Savs has been drinking out of an open cup since she was 12 months old so 99% of the time this isn’t a problem.
Today, however, was an exception.
No sooner did she take a sip of her moochie did she drop the cup and the entire contents poured out – all over her, all over the bed, and all over her barely awake mommy sleeping next to her. Daddy was already in the shower so I was on my own for clean up. As you can imagine, madness ensued.
Savannah flipped because not only was her cup empty but she was sitting in a pile of cold, runny, goop. I flipped because the thought of moochie seeping through our sheets and mattress pad and onto our mattress sounds like a recipe for disaster. And Lola flipped because she was suddenly flung from her quiet slumber to the floor in my mad dash to strip the bed.
In a recent class, my yoga instructor challenged us to start each day with the intention, “Today is going to be a great day.” I’m not going to lie. It took me a while to get there this morning but after Savs and Mike were off to school and work, the sheets were in the washer, Lola was settled back into her routine of lounging all day, and I was dressed and on my way out the door I took a moment to remind myself that life is pretty damn sweet.
And, if a moochie to the hiney is the worst thing that happens to me today, I’ll be grateful.