I was kind of in a funk this morning. I had a not-so-great interaction with someone, and it left me feeling woeful. I was a distracted, weepy mommy for a while, and when Julia took a nap, I let Lucy watch a TV show, and I laid down with a cloth over my face. Darkness felt good, even though I wasn't particularly sleepy.
Then I thought: how can I make this day get better?
So I called a friend and went over to her house. Our kids played, we talked (about my woefulness, some, but also about other stuff). We just talked and talked, and before I knew it, it was time to head home. And funnily enough, by then, it was a good day.
Man, sometimes, the only miracle salve I need is a good friend.