You ever have one of those days? You know, those days that just happen to you. When you wake up and the first thing you think with your cloudy brain is “Aww man, morning already?” When you wish you could snooze not only another nine minutes, but all day. When you have no motivation or energy to tackle the day. When the first thing on your mind is wondering when you can take a nap. Yeah, one of those days.
It’s pretty hard to complain about things these days. Things have been good lately. Almost too good.
Ellie eats well, sleeps at night and even takes naps. Ellie wouldn’t take regular naps for the longest time. She would beat me down and beat me up. The next day she’d do it again and I’d let her.
In the early spring, I finally decided to put the smack down on her and I won. You can read all about that weeklong epic battle on my blog for the details if you’d like. (You already know the ending, but the brawl sure did produce some unexpected events.) But since I won and she has been napping now, I feel like I’ve been on Easy Street.
Last week was our town’s art fair and Ellie and I sure did spend our fair share of time there. We went every day, sometimes even twice.  The weather was great so it was mainly a great excuse to be out and about and feel the excitement in our small little town. Sometimes we went as a family, sometimes we hung out with friends, sometimes we went solo, and sometimes I went solo. But on the third day of the art fair, my main goal was to get lunch. A pulled pork sandwich from this BBQ master guy to be specific. I had split one with Aya earlier in the week and I wanted more.
It’s funny how a little kid not even two years old can be a bully and push you around. Ellie knows where the crackers are and she likes to ask for them. Actually, demand them. “Cackas! Cackas!” When it’s snack time I give in and let her have some. We usually have four different types on-hand. Some I guess are more cookie like, and some are like those snack bars with a fruit filling. All of these are known as “cackas.” You would think someone wouldn’t be so choosy when begging.
I’ve found that since I’ve been staying at home, I don’t get the Sunday Night Blues anymore. I don’t wake up Monday morning praying for it to be Friday. Most often, I welcome a Monday. It’s when I can resume my regular schedule and settle back into my routine and recoup from the weekend festivities. Which, lately has consisted mostly of working on the bedroom project. And last Monday I had plans, and I was excited to be out and about and away from the house for awhile. But the problem about having plans is that they don’t always go as planned. So you could say my Monday was just a little, off.
