happy mail day

it's always a happy day when my Real Simple comes in the mail. Even though it started out with a minor, brief crisis, which was followed by a toddler tantrum, which was followed by a sick baby, which was followed by a grumpy toddler, which was followed by leftovers for dinner. Between the sick baby and the grumpy toddler, Mr. J came home from work via the mailbox and presented my with my happy mail. I have a little ritual each month: he hands it over to me and attempts to entertain unravelling children while I attempt to enjoy the magazine but really only get a teensy taste as I quickly thumb through it. It's obvious and inevitable that my family needs my undivided for the next few hours. When bedtime finally rolls around, I crawl under the covers with my happy mail and devour it from cover to cover, folding down the corners on my favorite pages. For when I read it again a few days later.