I’m 12 days into my 100 Happy Days and I have to say, I do feel better already.  Maybe it’s that the sun has finally decided to come out of hibernation, but I’m not going to be picky.  It serves it purpose because I’m spending most of my day looking for happy things that I can post about and trying to decide what happy thing I want to post about.  Even more importantly, it’s getting harder to decide which thing I want to write about.  So take that, winter blues.

But seriously though, winter can kiss the fattest part of my ass.

For day 12, I’ve decided that it’s going to be a new Monday tradition to take Lucas to see Daddy for lunch.  When we moved here I had all of these lofty plans about “we can come see you at lunch all of the time” and then when I have a screaming toddler, feet of snow, and reruns of Sex and the City on TV, I suddenly don’t have the desire to shower.  Much like finding my happiness in the next 100 days, I’m forcing myself to do things differently.  So Day 12, lunch with Daddy:

Lucas is running around on the floor at his feet

My champion sleeping toddler has been replaced with his evil twin Screw-Up-The-Schedule-Lucas.  This less desirable version of toddler has been waking up at 5am to talk to himself, going to sleep at 11pm, throwing fits out of exhaustion in the grocery store, and really giving his mommy a run for her money.  Is it appropriate to replace coffee in my mug with chardonnay and take him to the park?

Some days my nerves survive on his cuteness alone.