Our trip to the lake was much needed and enjoyed. We didn’t do a whole lot. Just relaxed. Watched some movies, went for walks, ate really good food. Dekker often wakes up in the night when he’s away from home, but he slept through last night, which Brady and I really appreciated. He was awake earlier than we had hoped for, but instead of being crusty nuggets about it, we loaded Deks into his stroller and went to find some breakfast. Sticky buns and coffee for us, and yogurt and milk for him. We watched a cute family trying to dip their toddler daughter in the lake while she hollered her disapproval. They settled for a few pictures of her being held next to the water, and left.

I felt kind of crappy towards the middle of the morning. I will be the first to admit, I had an attitude problem that I couldn’t shake for the life of me. I wish I could just blame the devil, and while I have no doubt that he put me in the mood I was in, it was my choice to keep it. Fail.

We got home, fed Dekker, and put him down for a nap. To my dismay, stinking Co-op hadn’t even tried to call us. We had been calling and leaving messages/emails for a couple days now with questions. The woman that made the pick list for our deck never gave us a drawing of what she had in mind for the railing. The pieces we bought don’t totally make sense as railings. So we’ve been trying to figure out what she wants us to do, and she will NOT call us back!!! We have lost hours that we could have been building because we don’t know where to go next. So I tried to call her and of course, she was gone for the day. I am already feeling low today, and then this is just not what I needed. Again, I know my attitude is my choice, I’m just struggling.

I’m feeling very childish today, and I’m sure those who read this would say the same thing about my attitude. You know when kids cry over something and even when the moment has passed, they keep crying and crying? Like they’re making themselves cry? That’s me today. On the verge of tears. All day. Can’t stop it. How could I have let myself get so sad after such a nice time away from home? I hate that.

I said early on that I am a recovering pessimist. Recovering. So here are some positive things to balance out all the crazy in this post:

Leftover corn chowder means that I didn’t have to make supper today.

We didn’t get a ticket for having an expired pass at the lake.

My sons bald spot is juuust about gone.

My bedroom is cooler than the rest of my house.

After Dekker goes to bed, I will have leftover birthday cake in a bubble bath.

I’m so fortunate.