Some days are for wearing whatever concoction of clothing Mini-Me decides she wants to wear.
Some days are for twirling in sparkly dresses; around and around; just because. 
Some days are for snuggling into the soft mat and watching Sleeping Beauty – and all the extra features and trailers that we usually skip past.
Some days are for staying the PJs, for not even considering brushing hair or washing faces.
Some days are for stopping what I am doing to watch her dancing in her own wee world, instead of just being glad that she’s occupying herself for 5 minutes while I peel potatoes.
Somedays are for cracking eggs and baking cupcakes, and not worrying about the mess or how many pieces of shell end up on the counter.
Some days are for pretending to steal her little nose!
Some days are for not doing very much housework, but just chatting to a three year old. It’s amazing how the logic of our world can seem so ridiculous when a child explains how they see it. “Mammy, you get off that seat and go over there. I have to push that seat and you’re still on it cos Percy Penguin needs to go swimming!” Okay!
Some days are for cutting sandwiches into star shapes and making up stories about them.
Some days are for playing Hide n’ Seek. Not just counting to appease her and then pretending I don’t see her for a few minutes; for actually stopping what I’m doing and playing it. It’s amazing where this S-Mum can still fit when she puts her mind to it!
Some days are for just stopping to be glad that these Some days exist.
Some days are for making memories instead of catching them as they flit past.
Some days are for smiling. 🙂
I am Some days Mum. 
The S-Mum 