I wasted Nate's entire afternoon naptime today trying to come up with a way to accurately and adequately describe last weekend at the Blathering. I failed miserably.
Nate was fussy all afternoon, even during his playdate.
I think the switch from Daylight Saving Time, coupled with traveling to Chicago, has made me unreasonably tired. I've been fighting to keep my eyes open all day.
I made myself a cup of tea and never got to drink it.
I neglected to make any dinner at all for my poor husband, even though he was coming home from a business trip.
By all accounts, it should have been a crappy day. But this afternoon Nate decided to take four steps, smiling and reaching toward me all the way. And suddenly the rest didn't matter.
Didn't matter at all.