Today was one of those rare days when I fantasize about going off somewhere by myself to get away. (The fantasy involves going to the bookstore, buying books and magazines for ME, getting a snack and decaf cappuccino at the cafe, and sitting and reading for hours - uninterrupted.)
My little family has been in a bad mood since last night, although I'm not sure why. Maybe the change in weather and air pressure is making us cranky. A was crabby last night, which annoyed me. But I was okay until this morning when R drove me absolutely nuts. I spent most of the night in his bed because he had been upset in the middle of the night, so that meant I didn't get very restful sleep, what with being kneed and punched all night. Then, when I got up this morning to use the bathroom (and told him I'd be right back), R started wailing and yelling for me when I didn't return quickly enough. After we got up for the morning, he threw fits when I went to take a shower and when I went to get dressed. And, he had to be on me constantly. He climbed on me while I was doing yoga (which was his idea, the yoga, I mean), he jumped onto my back while I was trying to read my devotional, he insisted on climbing into my lap during breakfast, and he just kept touching and poking at me over and over again. I love that boy with all my heart and soul, but sometimes I need a few inches of personal space.
When A finally got up, I told him I needed a few minutes to myself and headed upstairs. I prayed and asked God to help my mood. Things definitely got better. But we spent most of the rest of the day running errands and shopping, which got tiresome, plus R was super whiney.
So, now hours later, A is putting R to bed upstairs, I'm watching "The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers," I've had a lovely little glass of 14-year-old blueberry port, and all's right with the world again. :-)
Of course, the day wasn't entirely annoying. R and I had some time in the afternoon to play baseball and frisbee outside and to crack open the sandbox that's been left alone all winter. And, after lunch, I treated myself to a big slice of Swedish princess cake. (I bought three of them during our last trip to IKEA.) Oh my, it's so delicious. It has layers of sponge cake and whipped cream and strawberry jam inside, and the whole thing is encased in a thin layer of marzipan. Light and sweet and fluffy - kind of like a Scandinavian tiramisu.
Well, A is about to light a fire in the fireplace, so I'm going to relax with my hubby. Oh, did I mention that we're supposed to get A FOOT of snow between tonight and Monday morning? I think I'm going to need another glass of port...