My day went from good to bad to wonderful.
everything started out fine. Felt like writing, plenty of energy, fine and dandy. then my mother has an episode, and that ruined it. Alzheimer's is a cruel cruel disease, and it breaks my heart to watch her suffering.
So Mom's episode ruined the afternoon for me. I'm sitting here moping and trying to figure out how to fix things (and knowing all the time that I can't) when my nieces get home from school. I'm babysitting, as usual, so no surprises.
Except my girls and my youngest boy are here, and apparently sick of the gloom around the house. What started out as a half-serious argument about the merits of Glee turned into ... well, riot would imply that it wasn't fun, but horseplay doesn't quite cover it. All I know is that it was five kids being very loud and very silly and I laughed my butt off. How can anybody be sad in the face of that?
Children, no matter their age, are wonderful.