Victory is mine

The other day my best friend and I had a conversation. It was a rather short one where we actually shared the joys of mother/parenthood. We both had days within the past week that were what one might call "victorious" if you're into hyperbole or they were good days if you're into reality. I'm somewhere in between so I'll say the day was pleasant. We discussed how our expectations for the day were low therefore the opportunity for disappoint was low as well. This made me start thinking about the small victories in a day. For instance you ask your child to put the toy back on the shelf, it isn't something you're going to buy for him/her today: and she does it. Those are the times you feel like;

"Yes! I have this mom thing down"

Then there are moments when your child is actively disobeying you. "Cailyn, please stop pulling the tape off the roll." "Ok, mom, I will stop." ssscccccuuuuuuurch! There goes 3 yards of tape. Seriously?

WTH?! PUT THE TAPE AWAY!

Then there are days that end with the feeling that everyone barely made it through and you can't WAIT to just lay in the bed for a moment of silence. Those days where nothing went right and you felt the entire day was spend with this expression.

"Uh, no. Don't even think about ripping that tape."

Then there are those days few and far between where victory is yours. You took a shower, the floor was swept, the kids napped (at the same time) and everyone was on their best behavior. Those are the days that I feel most victorious. The days when things were accomplished. Dinner was on the table at a decent hour. Despite meltdowns everything was in control. A day I felt like a warrior princess. 

This day victory is mine!