You know you’re having one of those days when:
One of those days when you stumble and puke on your baby, and there’s instantly a throng of women standing by to hold your kids, to hand you a glass of water, and to tell you to take it easy for at least a few minutes.
One of those days when several loved ones call to wish your little one a happy birthday.
One of those days when your 3-year-old looks at you with a concerned face and says, “Don’t worry, Mommy. You’re just hot. You’re not sick like Daddy.” And thank goodness you’re not.
One of those days when your sick, sick husband drags himself out of bed so you can sing “Happy Birthday” as a family to your 1-year-old while she claps and smiles in the spotlight.
One of those days your husband gives you a pat on the back just when you’re thinking you could really use a pep talk.
Now that that day is over, you’re convinced you occasionally need “one of those days” (or maybe even one of those years or one of those far heavier crosses to carry) just to realize how incredibly lucky you are and how many damn people love you and your family.