Ugh. Every street that I drive from work to daycare was under construction today. Major highways down to one lane, major surface streets closed all together, side streets detoured, a traffic accident at a major intersection. By the time I got to Little F’s daycare center I was frazzled.
All of that melted away when I walked up the stairs to the door and saw a little boy, around 4 or 5 years old, running around wearing a pair of glasses with the fake nose and eyebrows attached to it, holding a paper cone filled with flowers. Little kids have an awesome way of bringing you back to what really matters.
(They also have an awesome way of raising your blood pressure to explosive levels and driving you cray-cray, but I wanted to end this post on a positive note. Oops. I almost made it.)