Contentment

Or maybe discontentment would be more appropriate.

Much of today has been filled with the sounds of whining, crying, screaming, and moaning. Remarkably, none of it has been mine.

I just can't seem to please one of my children today.

I've served the wrong drinks, driven home on the wrong roads, picked out the wrong clothes, played the wrong music, and said all the wrong things.

Even in the good things today, she's found the bad.

We played at a friend's house today (one of her all-time favorite people), but we didn't stay long enough. And we were upstairs when she wanted to be downstairs. Outside when she wanted to be inside.

I treated them with dinner from Chick-fil-A, but she wanted to eat it there instead of taking it home. And the nuggets weren't at all to her satisfaction.

I'm frustrated (really frustrated!), but I know we all have days like that. No matter what, it's not good enough. Even when we get the things we've begged and pleaded for in the past, we want more. Or we want something totally different now.

I'm her mom. I know what's best for her. She doesn't see that, though. All she sees is what's missing. What didn't go her way.

And she's been miserable. Almost all day. Because she's missed everything that was there. Everything that did go her way. She couldn't see that she had just what she needed.

Typical of twins, her sister has been the complete opposite today. Gushing over even the smallest thing, hugging me and thanking me every time I turn around. Telling me how much she's loved the day.

And she's been incredibly happy. She hasn't missed a thing.

Oh, the lessons I learn from my 3-year-old twins!

Fortunately, today's problem has a solution. It's called bedtime. And it's coming early tonight!