Today was an absolutely gorgeous day. Perfect temperature, lovely breeze, not a cloud (that I noticed in a bad way, at least) in the sky -- sunshiny, gorgeous, perfect weather.
To make the day even better -- it was Good Friday. (a.k.a. - No school. Mommy and girls are OFF!)
My babies woke up on the RIGHT side of the bed - with sweet little happy smiles on their faces. We had an exciting day planned. The Hannah Montana movie opened today. We were meeting some friends for an early showing, then lunch, then park, then dance class. Whew. I knew it was risky, but I felt good when everyone slept well last night and greeted me with perky little hellos this morning.
To make a long story short, I was not entirely so lucky. There were tears, there were time-outs, there was lots of fighting and fussing (me vs. Littlest Princess, mostly). The movie (what I saw of it) was very cute. Lunch -- grilled chicken and fruit salad at Chick-Fil-A (with children on playground) -- was delicious. Dance class started off rather badly, unfortunately. We were late and I had to deal with one teary-eyed, obstinant Big Girl. However, their spirits seemed to recover after class and we enjoyed a fabulous trip to the park (ran out of time before dance). To top it all off -- we came home too late for me to cook dinner (sniff, sniff) and BOTH babes fell asleep in the car on the way home. Woo-hoo!
This very full and long day has left me feeling a bit full of it. Not in a funny way -- just a full way. Do you ever have that feeling? The feeling that your gut has risen into your chest? The feeling that you have something to say -- something to EXPEL -- that you may or may not be able to accurately express? It's nights like this that I am apt to have a drink(s) of wine...but I'm currently on a litenany of meds for a variety of reasons, so my better judgment is urging me to stay away from the adult beverages.
It's funny, too, how the "full" feeling seems to morph into a numbness.
Perhaps this is fatigue -- on caffeine...and pain meds...and steroids...and Prozac.
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