We took the kids to the park tonight and had a “picnic.” Well. It was Jack in the Box and a blanket. The kids ran until they were both bleary, which was within an hour since they’d been going all day at school and gramma’s house.
The little one is bordering on fearless. I don’t know how he does it. Even Bren had a sense of self-preservation at a young age.
Anyway, it was one of those days where it felt like an uphill battle just to get things done. I don’t know if it’s the moon or something else. It was just a strange day.
But I’m tired now and really don’t feel all that verbal. I want to crawl into bed, pull the covers up and exit consciousness for a good 8 hours or more.
Goodbye Thursday. It was interesting. Now I can get ready for Friday, a much better prospect…