We had a Big Feeling Day at our house this week.
By "Big Feelings" I don't mean:
I GOT A PONY FOR MY BIRTHDAY!
Nor do I mean Big Feelings like:
MY HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE FROM AWESOMENESS!
I'm talking about the Other Big Feelings. Feelings about losing the game. Feelings about my sticker ripped. Feelings about where my sister sits when we're reading books together. Feelings about my balloon popped. Feelings about whose fault it is that my balloon popped. Feelings about I want a snack and mama said 'no more cookies.'
The Big Feelings were loud. They were sometimes accompanied by thrashing, falling, or kicking. They were also Long Feelings accompanied by lengthy whining.
Ironically, I had set aside to give more focused attention to my kids. I wasn't trying to cook. I wasn't studying. I wasn't cleaning. I was reading books and saying "yes" to playing games and looking for the lego pieces and all the other things that should prevent Big Feelings.
We felt like this:
And something like this:
By the end of the day, I was having some Big Feelings of my own. Fortunately, I have not completely taught my boys to read the clock, so bedtime came mysteriously quickly. Everyone slept long and hard and woke up with much smaller feelings. Feelings like "I'm hungry for breakfast" and "how many days til Friday?" and " when can we play at my friend's house?" Everyday kind of feelings are my favorite kind.