I WOKE UP yelling at Brian (good morning to you, too). That pretty well set the tone for the rest of my day. Does anyone else feel like it's been four months, maybe, or four years? Probably not, but I do.
Asher is currently asleep in the swing, slumped completely over and creating, no doubt, a swing-tray-indention on his forehead. I keep thinking, he looks uncomfortable, I should move him. And then I think, crazy woman! He's ASLEEP, don't you dare move him. He can breathe, he's not crying - that's all that matters.
Don't hear me complaining, because I'm not. It's just been that kind of day. With any luck, tomorrow will be better.