Some weeks you stumble and fumble through. Feeling like you are fighting the current, struggling against an unseen force.

Some weeks? Well, this past week that’s for sure.

Hubby has had various lingering bugs, the eldest has been moody and “just wants to be left alone”

The chicken died.

The slightest thing turned into a full blown explosion, tears, drama, and shouting.

We all felt off kilter. Not ourselves.

As my daughter said “she feels like her instincts are all off” and I know exactly what she means.

We are all stuck in our bubble and colliding with each other, and then frustrated because of it.

And so there was only one thing left to do about it.

We danced.

I plugged in itunes, and cranked the sound and as our spaghetti dinner sat bubbling on the stove, I danced with my family.  We shook, we laughed, we spun and swirled about the living room. We switched partners and stomped our feet.

And it worked like magic.  The weeks of stress were sweat out to the lumineers. The sibling rivalry disappeared with Lady Gaga and we all got back in to  groove.

Back in rhythm with each other you could say.

It was exactly what we needed tonight to break us out of our grump (and slump) It turned dinner-time into a conversation and tempered our souls so we could actually HEAR each other speak.

Just simply dancing.

And to see you kids dance with each other, laugh with each other and smile together; that is fulfilling.  It makes you think that maybe you aren’t so bad at this parenting thing after all.

Maybe, just maybe you have a knack for it. When you remember to dance of course.

And when you have the consciousness to get up and dance WITH them . . .