Some days you wake up and find out the dog has pooped in the toddler's room.
And then, he pukes on the rug in the living room.
This is after he has gotten you up for the past 5 nights in a row at 2am to answer the call of nature.
Those days are awesome.
Especially when you're at the end of your vacation and reality beckons and all of your plans to get ahead and be awesome have not happened and you are sleep deprived and emotionally unstable and still have a bazillion and one things to do and all of this leaves you feeling like you're less than everything you need to be.
I'm reminding myself more and more that "awesome" is on a relative scale.
Sometimes "awesome" just means "I survived and no one else died."