Birthday Blues
Today is Isaac's third birthday, and I woke up in a funk. The rain pattered lazily outside, and the sky was dark. The clock read 6:45am. I hoped the dreary morning would help Isaac and Samuel sleep in. It often does. When that happens, I am so happy for the extra sleep. Instead, Isaac woke up and started crying for no particular reason at my bedroom door, waking up Samuel. I dragged myself out of bed and snapped at Isaac no less than five times in the next hour. Every time I lost my cool, I apologized. The day did not start well.
I've mellowed out a bit (I think), but I'm sooooo tired. I just want to curl up in bed and drift off. Alas, I've got dishes to do, a cake to make, and an Isaac to make feel special. If I had a vehicle, I'd take Isaac to the library just so we could get out of the house. If not for the rain, I would have taken him to a park.
Steve is still in Round Top, and I haven't heard from him yet today. I hope he makes it home in time to celebrate Isaac's birthday somehow. Plus, he's got Isaac's presents with him in the van. I honestly don't mind only having one vehicle for the two of us; it doesn't make much sense for us to have more than one when we both work from home. It'd be a waste. Of money. Of gas. It'd be excessive. But on the rare days like today when Steve's got the van and I'm at home without any way out, I miss it.
I've mellowed out a bit (I think), but I'm sooooo tired. I just want to curl up in bed and drift off. Alas, I've got dishes to do, a cake to make, and an Isaac to make feel special. If I had a vehicle, I'd take Isaac to the library just so we could get out of the house. If not for the rain, I would have taken him to a park.
Steve is still in Round Top, and I haven't heard from him yet today. I hope he makes it home in time to celebrate Isaac's birthday somehow. Plus, he's got Isaac's presents with him in the van. I honestly don't mind only having one vehicle for the two of us; it doesn't make much sense for us to have more than one when we both work from home. It'd be a waste. Of money. Of gas. It'd be excessive. But on the rare days like today when Steve's got the van and I'm at home without any way out, I miss it.