Today was a hard day. Wearing and trying. K is anxious and I can't help. All I can do is keep my cool and be as sunny and even tempered as possible. My ball of energy was going supernova today and that's hard to deal with in public settings, but he's a toddler. He's doing his job of exploring and experimenting-very messy business, all of it.
Days like today give me an extra appreciation for the evening time. After the last cup of milk has been sipped down, after the lights have been turned off and our little guy says goodnight to the both of us before choosing a lap to crawl into and rest. He pulled me up to the bedroom for a mock good night. He bailed on the bed, ultimately, but it's rewarding to know that at the very least I was a good enough parent for my son to want to pull me upstairs for goodnight cuddles. I did my job, even under stressful situations, and I know it because he trusts me to sit by my side and lay his head in my chest and close his eyes for the night.