Today, I would like to point out that my son is a mere 2 days away from being 27 weeks old, which puts him past the 26 week growth spurt and 10 weeks away from the next one.  I’m hoping this puts the reigns on the cranky pony, so to speak. At least for a little while. Although, I am getting used to – or rather, I’ve given in – to the fact that a child takes your free time and flushes it right down the toilet. This, you must simply accept.

Although, I did manage to get out for a little while yesterday. I went up to Barnes and Noble and, to claim my table, I placed my journal there while I stepped into the Starbucks line. I casually looked back to make sure no one was sitting there and alas, two un-parented children were climbing on the chairs, flipping the pages of my book! Argh! Then, they made me the wrong kind of latte. Finally, I sat down, now that the kids had gone off to annoy someone else, and begin working on my six month letter to Elliot. Well, about 40 minutes went by and my contacts started to really itch. The right one got all blurry and almost fell out so basically, I had to go home. All attempts at enjoying time alone: FAIL.

It’s beautiful outside today: sunny, mid-seventies and windy. I am trying to appreciate everything today, even though I am at work. In the face of the weekend I had – where I was in between the moving in and other activities I didn’t want to be a part of  – I would really like to just spend some time enjoying life. Sometimes it all just becomes too much, you know?

My brain is not functioning at full capacity today so nevermind the jumpiness.

From now on, when I refer to my husband’s brother, he will be called BIL. For brother-in-law, duh. But because we named our son after him, I don’t need any sort of confusions between the two. No doubt, he will be mentioned in some capacity now that he’s living withus. I’ll try not to totally flame him.

I think right about now is a good time to quit – while ahead – and get me some water. Hope everyone;s having a great week so far.