Friday night Geoff had a soccer game in Centerville so we dubbed it a Girls’ Night, complete with manicures and princess movies. Savannah tried to capitalize on the liberal bedtime by suggesting we read “all the books until the sun comes up.” What can I say? The girl knows my weaknesses.
We had beautiful weather here Saturday so after getting groceries the girls and I potted our first flowers of the season – coral geraniums in the world’s cutest tin bucket. Does anyone else think of Mayella Ewell every time they plant geraniums? All that innocence crushed by ugly circumstance … To Kill a Mockingbird, why do you do this to me?
Yesterday Geoff mowed while I imploded indoors. Seriously. Every so often (usually about once a month … grr) I wake up in a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mood. My brain runs in maddening circles trying to find the “happy” that just isn’t there and the harder I search, the more aggravated I become. Enter precocious toddler with impeccably timed advice: “It’s okay to feel sad, Mommy.” Ah, thank you, tiny old soul. Thank you.
So my crappy day morphed into a crappy night, which inevitably morphed into a crappy morning. Guys, I took a personal day today and I spent it on the couch watching HGTV reruns while eating leftover Easter candy. I’m writing this post in my pajamas (it may or may not be 4:00 PM) and my eyes are bloodshot from fatigue and tears, the latter a result of a few thoughtful words from a Twitter friend (hormones, you suck).
One week I’m celebrating getting published and the next I’m searching for clarity one stale jellybean at a time.
Life is weird, huh?
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