The day was not perfect. In fact, it had a rocky start, middle part, and end, which is why some of us lost our dessert, screen, and drink (other than water) privileges. The golden-ness could possibly be attributed to the lack of those privileges, but that is another conversation.
The day was unusually good because we got through the rough parts instead of dwelling in them.
I will admit that we often spend most of our time in the rough parts. Trudging through hip-deep mud. Suffocating until Dad comes home to pull us out. The truth is that there is usually a dry path next to the mud should we choose to use it.
I wish I knew the formula that caused the boys to play together for hours without my intervention on this golden day. I actually had a quiet house to work in. I mopped the bathroom floor, for goodness' sake! I read two chapters of a book! Unbelievable. I can only figure that it was a special, rare gift.
Unfortunately, golden days do not come in pairs. But I hope I can use the memory of this one to help me step around the mud pit instead of wallowing in it tomorrow.