But like the whole "trying" thing, you just keep going even though there is sadness, and frustration, and disappointment. You keep trying. You keep moving in the direction you want to go.
This whole no-crib thing is just downright unnerving. After falling OUT of the new bed we bought for her and my consequent utter jumpiness at the smallest sound in the room my daughter is now finally relegated to her crib mattress on the floor. And we have taken a huge leap backwards in the saga of our breastfeeding. She was just about completely weaned and then suddenly her world got all rearranged and that's all she wanted. Suddenly we had a new person in the same room that I needed her to be QUIET for (my niece). Insert boob. Step aside progress.
We did some fun stuff this weekend, like hiking with friends and a neighborhood block party and a trip to the zoo. These were all things that we forced room for, because our dance card was so full with practical, boring and very un-Memorial-day-weekend-y tasks.
We bickered with each other. Yet the sun was gloriously shiny and it was hard to not get caught up in the summer wave of love. I'm so thankful for that weekend sun.
But we are fried.
I feel very emotional, like someone is sitting on my chest. People have called us to check in and I just want to say sorry guys, I just haven't felt like talking. When the day is done I just have no interest in reliving it in a telephone conversation. Hope you understand.
Today I am thankful for my clean and organized house and the beautiful people that are in it. I'm also thankful for long, slow runs and the ability to burn off the crap that builds up inside.
After all, summer is here!
|We didn't get to go camping as planned, but at least we enjoyed some Colorado nature.|
|Fun in the backyard.|
|25th St. block party|
|Top bunk fun|