Today kicked my ass. I woke up this morning too early with K because B was still at the Hyatt for Blake and planned to take her back to the hotel to say hello to everyone and go swimming in the pool, which was thwarted because about two blocks from the house I turned to make sure I still had the in/out ticket to go in the parking ramp and realized my purse wasn’t in the car. Since I didn’t remember taking it into the house I started to panic and turned around to check the car more thoroughly and run into the house to check there too but no such luck. So then I got to spend the morning calling credit card companies and figuring out how to replace my drivers license and that was not at all fun.
Then I went to a party, which was the highlight of my by day by far and excused from the description of the day that kicked my ass, because it was lovely and I had a great time and I love the host and everyone who was there.
Then I came home in time to sing Kiernan to bed and she’s just exhausting. I feel like such is the state of 3.5: she’s cuddly and tells me she loves me a hundred times a day and wishes me a Merry Christmas after we sing Jingle Bells and loves to do fun things together but she’s also destructive and a beast when she’s tired and getting over a cold only exacerbates the situation. So now, since she’s in bed, I feel like I barely have the strength to do more than stare at the wall, even with the 2093480293840 kisses I was bestowed before she passed out from all her daytime shenanigans.
