Yesterday was a pretty typical weekend day that just happened to take place on a Monday. You have to love Labor Day, huh? By the way, by “typical” I mean I was a mess. We were all still sick and tired, but I decided I was going to try to relax outside in the sun while the boys rested. It started out all “Man, it’s hot! Pass me a water!”
Cut to five minutes later, when I was totally covered in shade. And, yes, I had made a pallet on our patio, because we don’t have lounge chairs. Relaxing in the sun? Nailed it.
Later in the afternoon, we decided to get it together and actually leave the house. We hit up the pool and I think it helped us all feel a little better. Shooting me with the water gun sure cheered them up, at least.
Today I’m feeling almost back to normal, but now we’re dealing the the dreaded two-year-old molars. I swear that kid can’t catch a break. And, if I’m being 100% honest, I’m also in a total funk right now. Suffice to say that every little thing is frustrating me. Just the fact that it was storming when I wanted to run had me in almost total meltdown mode. I forced myself to head to the gym for a quick class instead. When I left, the skies had cleared and the storm had left behind a little message for me.
That message? “Suck it up, buttercup. You’re embarrassing yourself.” I needed that. Time to kick it into high gear and end this week on a positive note. Who’s with me?