Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder!!!!

It was one of those nights. Hour by hour spotted and interrupted by nightmares and unexplained sounds. I had been watching Animal Planet a lot and it has barraged me with imagery of bear attacks. This has become my new fear.

I have always loved the mountains. I love the feeling of standing on hilly ground, leaves crackling under foot, baby streams meandering past with chilled clear water, pure to the taste. Standing in awe at the sun filtering through the storytellers, huge trees with too many rings to count all holding secrets I am dieing to steal. Rabbits jumping by and waving at me with furry little paws "come play,, come play!!".....Then BAM-O....bear eats me..... sigh.

But this morning at first stretch I had an epiphany: My mood enhances or detracts from the mood of the people around me. I would forget the night and focus on the newborn day!

Today will be the most WONDERFUL day!!!

As I sat up a cartoon bluebird landed on my shoulder and we sang softly together. I stepped onto the floor and noticed with each place of my foot, a rainbow path formed. The sun fell down from the heavens heating my face and touching my soul. I brushed the wall and was amazed at the sight of it magically transforming into rainbow colored candies (no,,, not Skittles fair readers,, even better,, more like those little beady things,, what are those called? ....Sixlets...yes Sixlets!!) I had magic Sixlets fingers!

+ = MAGIC !!!!!!

(a useless visual aid, lovingly made for you, because: I heart you!)

Stepping into the beautiful flower pod that contained my angelic resting daughters, I smiled lovingly at them and the room lit up with a multi-colored sparklish glow. Softly I beckoned them:

"Girls, wake up,,,, to a WONDERFUL day-ay-ay-aaaaaa-ayyyyyy", I had inadvertently burst in to soft chorus (then stopped cause it kinda irritated me).

"WE'RE UP!! WE'RE UP, MOM!!" they called back sweetly mimicking the tone of NASTY teenagers as a means of jesting with me, and I laughed and laughed.

I decided to go to the restroom to start my transformation, I brushed my teeth with gold sparkles and looked in the mirror, primed to give myself an inspirational talk. But alas,, I was wearing a t-shirt that simply read "DORK",, and since no one could be 100% inspired wearing a "DORK" t-shirt, I skipped off to the laundry room to retrieve my favorite purple blouse.

My son seed passed me in the hall showering me with love and entering the bathroom of happiness,, but danger there lurked.

(dramatic pause, ominous music, lightening)

The toilet had been acting up (I "fixed" it 20 times this weekend) and it was about to revolt.

I heard the screams all the way from the laundry room:

"Moooooooom!! (sob) Moooooooom!!!"

I could visualize the waterfall of pee water freely exercising it's will on the cold tile. I darted in causing the bluebird to loose his bird footing and fall, and I stopped to take the time to comfort him as he angrily flew back to my shoulder. Heroically I saved the terrified child, who was for some reason standing frozen in the pee water (why?? why not leave?? ..shrugs shoulders,, kids!). And while still anointed in a rainbow hued glow, threw down two towels stopping the flow from hitting the hallway. I smiled taking a deep calming breath and winked at the bluebird.

It is then that the bird shit on my shoulder and flew off with a muffled "hmmpf" disappearing into a flash of sparkles.

It is also then that I realized my daughter seeds were still SLEEPING and I would be stuck using the bathroom as the "Command Nag Post".

The rainbows dissipated and the Sixlets melted into a globby mess resembling poo. A small tear trailed down my face as I continued to scrub the bathroom floor and yell at daughter seeds who would now certainly be late.

I traveled afar to throw the pee towels in the washer (every step taken harder than the last and with no dang rainbows), forgetting that the clothes IN the washer were clean -AND- that it contained the dress that DramaGirl had divaliciously picked out the night before (that I was supposed to throw in the dryer this morning).

DramaGirl made this world shattering discovery and fell into a heap at my feet sobbing that I wanted her to look ugly today and that I must not love her because I put PEE TOWELS on her fabulous dress!!!

I had ruined her life.

And I stood, in the hall, still in my "DORK" shirt, now adorned with imaginary cartoon bluebird shit and thought:

Tomorrow will be the most WONDERFUL day!!!!