Some Days

I love Sundays. I look forward to them all week. Sundays are family day. The one day when all three of us spend time together for the whole day.

Monday through Friday are pretty much Mommy time.

Saturday is Daddy and Bunny day. They spend part of the day doing something together, just the two of them.

But Sunday is family day, my favorite day with my favorite people. We go to the museum, the aquarium, hiking at the nature center or the zoo. Yesterday was zoo day.

It should have been perfect. The weather was warm, the skies were sunny. The zoo was filled with Bunny's favorite things, animals. It should have been perfect, but it wasn't.

This Sunday our family failed. We failed as individuals and as a group.

Someone failed to listen.

Someone raised their voice a bit too much.

Someone ran.

Someone was blatantly naughty.

Someone was short with the others.

Someone talked back.

Someone was frustrated and wanted to run away.

It was not the proudest moment for our family.

But as we drove home last night from dinner at grandma and grandpa's house, I made us all promise that Monday would be different. Monday we would try harder. Monday we would be better. Monday we would love each other a little bit more.

Monday we will try again.