On Tuesday I had one of those days. The kind that last forever, the kind where lots of things go wrong, the kind that make you want to throw in the towel, or at the least eat massive amounts of chocolate while crying about how you just can't handle one more thing.
And right when I was feeling at my crabbiest, cleaning up after dinner, I put on some music-only for the purpose of distracting a tired Janey enough to fall asleep while I held her in my arms.
And this kid-the one above-Andrew, while he was clearing the table-broke out with the most hilarious dance moves I've ever seen.
And I couldn't help to just laugh out loud.
And I felt all the tension, and crabbiness, and icky feelings lifting right out of my brain.
Laughter is the best medicine, for sure, and I wish I remembered that more often, on my own.
When I forget, I am grateful that I have enough crazy funny kids around here that someone will step up and serve me a good chuckle, right when I need it the most.