Today, the kids slept in. And by “slept in” I mean they woke up at 6:30, but stayed in their room until 6:47. Hey, I’ll take it. 6:47 is luxurious around here. I’m a much nicer mom at 6:47 than I am at 5:47. So, really, it’s in their best interest to sleep later. It has nothing at all to do with me.

It was a perfect morning. We had to leave at 9 to be at the appointed spot by 10. In the car, we munched on mini-chocolate donuts (What? Those are totally healthy!) and we had a car seat dance party. Granted, we were dancing to the same damned song over and over and over…but, before we knew it, we were there. At Beaver Brook Reservation. (Beaver! Hahahahahahah!) Ready to splash it up in the splash park. The second splash park we’ve been to in three days.

Hundred degree heat sans AC rocks. If you were wondering.

My kids took off as soon as they saw the small geysers shooting out of the well-placed boulders. Then, they ran over to the adjoining playground. Then, back to the geysers. Then back to the playground. And so on and so forth.

They were so happy.

I was so happy.

I even got photos to prove it.

When it was time to go, I gave the ten minute warning. Then the five minute warning. We returned to the car with no meltdowns. (A win for Mommy.) We re-ignited our travel dance party for the ride home, this time to a new song. (Another win for Mommy.) We raised the roof. We yelled every time we drove under a bridge. We waved to all the bodies of water we passed by.

We DID NOT fall asleep in the car.

We arrived home in time to enjoy a picnic lunch outside on our deck under the trees. Then, my four year initiated a book scavenger hunt wherein we all grab a different stuffed animal and then quickly search the house for a book featuring said animal to read before naps. He grabbed a frog, so we read Froggy Gets Dressed. My two year old grabbed a dog, so we read Harry the Dirty Dog. See how it works?

And now, they nap.

Supposedly.

It’s been a good day. So far. And good days? Well, they’re what make this crazy cacophony of motherhood worthwhile. I try to hold onto ‘em. Tight.