Monday

The baby has been crying for the better part of the day.

Because she’s tired. But won’t nap.

I’m weary of the noise.

It’s raining outside. In February. That’s weird.

It’s very, very gray.

I feel a strong pull toward the tanning salon around the block.

I have to go to a meeting at church tonight.

The kids will go to the nursery there.

But I’m wondering if my nerves are too shot from all the whining to enjoy my kid-free hour.

I’ve been writing a post for the last 18 hours that’s about something meaningful and exciting and fun.

But I can’t make it gel. It just plods.

Which might be because I feel ploddy today. Not meaningful and exciting and fun.

And normally, I’m not ploddy. I’m not whiny. I’m annoyingly optimistic, actually. Little Miss Sunshine.

But today, the sun is blanketed by the clouds.

Good thing we’re going to San Diego on Saturday.

I've heard there's sun there.