I will survive

The first year of motherhood almost killed me (and the second year is working on it still) but alas, I am stretching into my new skin. My current life is to funny NOT to write down so I have started to want to again. Sometimes it's funny in the Ha Ha sense, but mostly funny in the way that if I don't write about it I will surely go insane. Somehow putting things in writing and taking an outside look makes it more laughable. Here was the silliness of today...at the park... Little girl to me: What are you doing? Me: Just sitting here, what are you doing? Girl: Wearing a hat. Do you like it here? Me: Yes, very much. What is your favorite thing to play on? Girl: The twirly thing Me: The tire swing? Oh, you are brave, I don't like those things. Girl: It is because I am only 4. Me: Nice I would say it is a successful day when one is "just sitting here" or "wearing a hat". Wouldn't you? However, if you asked Caiden what he was doing, he would say that he is recovering from a huge bruise and scrape on his forehead because he took a nosedive over the push bike mom bought for him today at a garage sale. First ride and I couldn't even protect him. Nice. Does that score as an unsuccessful day for Caiden or for me?