This week everything seems a little off-kilter.
Work is frustrating and dull, which is nothing new, but after a month of remaining cheerful about it, it has started weighing on me again.
My Wednesday at home with le Petit, which is ordinarily my favorite day of the week, hasn't been going smoothly, either. It's rainy and cold outside so we couldn't go to the park this morning, and some errands I had to run pushed us off schedule. He's currently tearing apart the living room before my eyes while I write a whiny blog entry.
I have nothing really to complain about. I'm just tired and I feel like I need a change somewhere in my job, in my routine, or just in my point of view.
Speaking of change, today I've had four poopy diapers to change (so far) and no nap. That pretty much sums it up.
But! My mother-in-law is coming over in fifteen minutes to babysit while I sew some Christmas stockings for le Petit and his cousin, and le Petit has just toddled up to me with a storybook to read. So what the heck am I complaining about? I've got work to do.