Today's not a great day, for various reasons. The obnoxious thing is I'm no longer certain of my own feelings - am I really upset over something, or is it being amplified by my hormones? I used to hate it when people claimed their hormones were affecting their emotions because it seemed like BS to me. It didn't happen to me.
But post baby, it seems like it might be. Or maybe being a mom has just make my emotions more raw, more on the surface. Totally possible. Either way, it's an adjustment.
So as I get through this not great day, I'm looking back on a weekend that was really good. Awesomely good. Like cranky baby came out of his wonder weeks leap and was in such a good mood, good. Didn't think about the fact we couldn't send him to daycare for 5 days, good. Really enjoyed every minute I spent with him, good. And that doesn't happen all the time, so I'm going to acknowledge it. Because it's awesome.
(And just in case you're wondering, I did not shove his bib in his mouth - he did that himself. He likes to chew on it haha)
Christmas morning started with a bang - well a few of them actually. I was so busy I hadn’t looked out the window to notice all the ice that had accumulated overnight. We live on a pretty steep hill, so when my attention was finally pulled outside, there were two cars off in front of our house and a few more at the bottom of the hill.
Our neighbors were already out trying to help, but they couldn’t even stay on their feet on the road. I sent Tom out with some salt to see if it would help. For the next hour, the kids and I got to watch everything from people skating down the hill to the backhoe pulling cars out of the ditch - really if you’re going to get in an accident, this isn’t the worst place to do it! On that vein, it also helps that our neighbor’s son works for the next town over and was out salting the roads. Since our town wasn’t doing much, my neighbor got her son to do a quick detour and get our street salted.