Did You Ever Have One of Those Days?

Where you say to yourself: "I LOVE my life!"  They are few for me during a dismal spring like we have been having.  But I had one on Wednesday :)  True, it was 75 degrees and the sun was shining like nobody's business, making it a whole lot easier to ride on the crest of a positive outlook.  I had clothes on the line, chicks on the way, and hens, too.  Molly was mowing the lawn... oh does THAT smell good!  The sun was shining. The winter cover came off the pool and as usual it was clear and beautiful, with but a few leaves to scoop out.  My little dogs, bless their hearts, were staying in their bolstered up fenced area.  The balmy breeze, warmed by the sun was too good.  The laundry was down to one load.  The dishes were done... did I mention the sun was out?? 
I really held on to that feeling all day, wanting to blog it, but not wanting to spend any time indoors (except to get a load of laundry to hang). 
By late afternoon, things were going the way of so many good days when you have several kids with issues...  Oh I had to hold on tight to my "I love my Life!" thankful feelings.  With Tony and Jaime leading the way, the evening went spiraling downward.  But I just moved everyone on to bed, went to bed myself determined to commit the happy day to my blog in the morning. Only the day dawned dark and dreary, and we had to go into town for a homeschool education fair (where Thomas and Reuben did just great, btw).  And when I got home blogger was down.  So I held on to the "I love my life!" feeling... clung to it really, as Jaime had some extreme behaviors all late afternoon and evening.  And I headed everyone to bed, and went to bed myself.  Then today I woke up, and it was dreary and rainy, and blogger was STILL down.  And the "I love my life!" feeling had faded tremendously. 
So, even though I have come down (way down) from the mountain top, I am reminding myself how swell all seemed on Wednesday, and how when people were hell bent on flushing themselves and the rest of the family right down the toilet, they somehow found themselves in front of these chicks, unwittingly being calmed by the peep, peep, peeping in the warm glow of the heat lamp.  Kat asked me if she should haul them out of the basement and bring them up to face the music.  I said, "No... let them sit there.  Watching baby chicks can be very therapeutic."  And Tamira chimed in, "And plus they're cute!"  

Petey likes the chicks, too.  I personally could sit in my lawn chair (which is parked right beside this little pool of chicks) and watch these little guys pecking and peeping all night long... I really do love my life...