It was one of those mornings today that ended up lasting until…well…just about now. I haven’t been in a bad mood per say but not a good one, either. I threw in a load of whites around 9am only to realize that I had put every bra I own in the wash. Not cool. Then I didn’t have clean jeans OR sweatpants, and even my jean skirt had kiddo puke on it. I ended up under the covers in my underwear crying. Did I mention that I got my period today as well? All of this causes my sweet husband to walk over to his dresser, get out the only pair of sweatpants he has that I will wear and say, “Here. You can wear these if you want.” It was cute and pathetic all at the same time. At least it made me laugh!
I did eventually get the laundry done (well, am still doing) and sorted out lots of stuff for the freelance writing job I was meant to start today. I have to have a call with someone tomorrow to clarify some things, so it looks like I’ll start then instead.
Camper had a fussy day today, which makes me feel impotent. I hate it when I don’t know what’s wrong. Sometimes I can’t wait for him to be able to talk so he can TELL me what he wants. Knowing that it was my first day locking myself in the office for an hour or two didn’t help the whole guilt thing. We’ll get used to it. Right?
It was one of those days when I did accomplish some things, but not all things I really needed to do. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel a bit better.
I think I’m going to get back into bed. Sounds good to me.
