04/11/2007

The day is nearly spent and so am I. Ironically, I've accomplished nothing today which I could record here as a means of patting myself on the back. Why is it that I feel totally exhausted? I've no idea. But it has been one of those days...the kind where Nick is long-suffering on my account. The type of day where I am incapable of making simple 'yes' or 'no' decisions. The sort of day where I reason on about the same level as my son and carry on equally captivating conversations that focus primarily on me and all that I see wrong with the world. A pessimistic day. An ornery day. I confess it now, but it is hard to take back twelve hours of misery and woe and replace them with sunshine and roses. I had a basketfull of problems and nary an acceptable solution.

"The house is out of control," I whined. "I just wish I could have some time to clean it. I've tried three times today to empty the dishwasher, but every time Nathan came into the kitchen and attempted to climb up my leg or wanted a snack so it is STILL full!" Nick offers to take Nathan for a while so I could get done what I needed to. "I don't want to be excluded!" I insert with growing frustration. "If you guys are going to go and do something I don't want to stay here by myself and clean." OK, Nick offers to stay at home with Nathan and try to clean the house up while I go off by myself for a while. "I've no place I want to go. Plus, this is your day off so I would like to spend time with you." Nick was probably wishing I didn't want to spend time with him by this point. The day carried on in a similar fashion with the occassional bout of tears and a fair share of dramatic sighs. It would be unfair to say Nick didn't try. I was simply inconsolable.

Tomorrow is a new day, and I think I speak for all when I say we're hoping for the best. Nathan has just hopped out of the bathtub and is looking like a new man. He needed a physical transformation at least as much as I needed an attitude adjustment. He was covered from head to toe in a variety of unidentifiable food items and a fair share of dried snot. He caught a cold (perhaps at nursery) and has been trying all day to contaminate me. He has used my straw, kissed me on the lips, and tried to feed me his cereal. His illness doesn't seem to be slowing him down any (unfortunately), so I'm doing the usual amount of running...just trying to always keep my pockets full of kleenex. Well, it is time to bid everyone 'adieu' and do some positive thinking excersises before bed. Deep breaths and slow counting to ten. One......Two......