Today, I baked something. Like from a recipe. Like, as in, not a box.
And even though it took me two hours to get Baby L to take a nap. And even though she is sleeping in the center of my bed as opposed to where she SHOULD be napping (IN HER DAMN CRIB), I am happy. Because chocolate muffins are good. And baby naps are beautiful things.
It could definitely be a worse day.