I’m really not into blogging right now. Earlier tonight, when I was on my way home from therapy, I was thinking about coming home and writing for fun. When does that happen? But then there were all these distractions with Deven, and hot chocolate, and The Cosby Show on Netflix. After Deven went to bed, I took a shower and got into my pajamas, and now I don’t even want to do anything. I feel like I might have content for tomorrow, like freshly taken belly photos for you pervs! I know you can’t wait!
Anyway, today I felt really good, even though it didn’t start out that way. Deven had a half day at school, even though it was icy and kinda snowy outside. What is the point of half days? And they adjust half the half day for the preschoolers. Like, the k-5 kids get out at 12:45, but the morning preschoolers get out at 9:45, and the 9:45 preschoolers get out at 11:45, and it doesn’t make any sense. It just sucked. I was exhausted and I had just enough time to watch an episode of Teen Mom 2 before I had to go pick him up again.
Since he was home, I made out favorite lunch: penne pasta with marinara. I gave him a fork, and he started out using it, but he ended up just holding the fork in one hand, and feeding himself with the other. In conclusion, he was a huge mess, and he ended up getting a bubble bath, which he enjoyed. That felt like a great way to fill in that period of time between lunch and nap where I have no idea how to entertain him. I usually put on a movie and let him play with his wooden train set while I clean.
So I really didn’t start feeling great until therapy. I felt like I mostly had good things to talk about, and even when I didn’t, I was given really great insight. On top of that, the icy-snowiness gave way to frigid-windy sunshine, which greatly improved my mood. I have Seasonal Effective Disorder, and shitty gray skies are my Kryptonite.
And then Jackie made delicious chili, and Deven was being better than usual, and Yalena kept giving me hugs.
And thats when I came home, and felt good enough to do laundry, and give Vance hugs, and entertain the possibility of writing, and here I am. Sitting up in bed in my comfy PJs, writing a half-assed blog post.