I started today with cranky pants on. Maybe it was Felix's poo explosion first thing or the milk sticking to the bottom of the saucepan, due to the time it took to clean said poo explosion. The bundles and bundles of washing strewn all over the house didn't help. Nor did the bossy three and a half year old peck-peck-pecking at me for "yoghurt! milk! toast!" Then I worked myself into a flap over the general state of the house, because my friend and her gorgeous baby girl were coming for lunch. And of course she really cares about things like mess, disorder, chaos. Yet I fret about it every time I have friends or family over.
So there I was flapping about causing more angst and drama as I went. Then Hey Ya! by Outkast started up on the radio. My mood shifted. Something about certain songs and the effect they have on me, is almost primal. I love to dance and this one never fails to get me grooving. And groove I did. Right in the middle of the kitchen (our dance floor as it has come to be). It felt good. It made me smile, relaxed my muscles, entertained the boys. It's so nice that they're young enough not to be weirded out by their Mama dancing. They actually really enjoy it.
So many wonderful occasions in my life have been marked or celebrated with music and dancing. It's a drug for the soul. Can't get enough of it. People who know me well, also know this. I'm only too willing to dance like no one is watching... in front of everyone! From that point on this morning, the day changed shape and we all had a ball. And my lovely friend didn't bat an eyelid... she was way too sleep deprived to even move her eyes.