It was actually one of the best weekday mornings I've had at work in a while. Everyone got out of bed within a reasonable number of prompts, made their beds and tidied up their rooms, took their medications, ate their breakfast, did their chores, went to school without any acts of aggression or major displays of defiance...
Considering this motley crew in question, it was quite a fantastic morning. In fact, it was a boys'-home miracle! Again, company considered...
So when they left for school, when I started straightening up the kitchen, and when I somehow managed to carry a box of cereal upside-down to the office, when it spilled out and scattered as far as the dining room walls would allow...
It remained to be a wonderful weekday morning.
It took a moment for it to sink in; I wanted to catastrophize it, a mess that only took one minutes' worth of sweeping to clean up. I wanted to go 'all or nothing' and decide the morning had been ruined. Then reasonableness set in...
Why cry over spilled
And 'all or nothing' thoughts are just a waste of effort.
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