When will I learn?
Yesterday was golden.
But, they can't all be like that.
In my early morning post (much of which was written last night, when I was still warmed by the contentment of the day), I mentioned that so much of a good day depends on me. On my attitude.
As I go, so goes the day.
This morning my attitude was, ahem, less-than-stellar. I was tired, which was my own fault. I stayed up too late catching up on email and other things, and this morning when Atticus woke me at 5:45 a.m., all I could think about was more sleep. More sleep wasn't part of my immediate future, though, because I needed to get some things done before 8 a.m., at which time I had to run Mr. Putter over to the vet so that we can finally have his claws removed (anyone interested in a nice, fuzzy, scratched-up couch?)
So, then, all I could think about was coffee. Buckets of it.
And, being patient with Math, even with Math-U-See, wasn't on my agenda. Oh, well, technically it was. I always plan to be patient and kind and understanding. But when I'm tired, my plans don't always come to fruition.
If yesterday was golden, today was tarnished silver.
Fortunately, tarnish can be polished.
I just have to pay attention to what causes it.
Note to self:
Sleep = Shiny, new Mom