priorities

Usually I bitch on Mondays. After the crap way my week ended on Friday, today was bound to be no better. I could fill this post with all the things that pissed me off this morning alone. But I'm not going to complain.

I was in a funk all last week. Thursday's theme was "shadow" and it took me to a dark place.

But I actually got to sleep in (all the way until 9) yesterday and was woken up by Andrew barging into the room screaming "MOMMY!" as he brought me breakfast in bed. (Hubby helped carry the coffee, but Andrew cheerfully threw a bag of bagels onto my pillow, narrowly missing my head.) Then he climbed up on the bed, giving me a huge hug and kiss.

I sleepily thanked my boys for breakfast and told the little guy that I loved him. He melted my heart with a huge smile and a "Ah wuve ooo" Okay, so it's not "I love you" but it's the closest he's ever gotten. And it was enough to get my butt out of bed with a smile.

Things are tough right now at work. One of the partners that I work for is going through a personal nightmare and it's fallen on me to make sure that he doesn't commit malpractice on any of his files. So in addition to my own work, my dad's trials, trying to get up to speed on brand new cases before the other associate in the department goes out on maternity leave and now this, I've got my hands full.

But at 6:00, I get to leave that behind as I make the 8 minute ride across town. The day's frustrations fade away the second Andrew's little face lights up when he sees me and when he grabs my hand as we walk out to the car.

Because at the end of the day, this is all that really matters.