Yesterday was one of those days where you sit down at the end of the day and say, "Let's just pretend that never happened."
After a late night the night before, Hyrum was still up and ready to go at 5am. Try as I might, he wouldn't cooperate with the please-pretty-please-can-we-sleep-some-more gig. I finally gave up and took him for a walk after feeding him breakfast.
Of course, an early morning meant that by 7:30 he was cranky and I was more than happy to lay him down for a nap, but I was also still in that I'm-tired-and-don't-feel-like-doing-much mode [I think I was all day]. So, I forced myself to unpack a few bags and then went back to bed with the intent to take a 30 minute power nap that turned into an I'm not sure how long unpowerful nap.
Little Boy slept for three hours, ate lunch, and decided he was still going to be a grouch. I set up the little baby pool we bought him in the backyard and that was cool for maybe 15 minutes but then he just wanted to get out and create a muddy mess and I just wasn't in the mood for that, so we went back inside and he threw a fit. I put him in his bed and he went right back to sleep (much to my surprise) and slept and slept and slept and slept. I finally woke him up over three hours later [it was like waking him from the dead]. I'm not sure that was the best idea. He smiled and talked to me a short while and then became ornery again. He proceeded to be ornery for the remainder of the day (unless, of course, Dad or Uncle Bryton were there). Try as I might, I just couldn't figure out what he wanted.
I finally just put him in the bath. He likes baths. He doesn't like getting dried off and jammies put on. He ran off before I could get a diaper on. No joke, I followed him right into our bedroom only to find him standing there, like a true boy, peeing on the shorts Husband had left on the floor. Sigh.
Husband left for work at 6:00, got home at 3:30, worked on a job application (cross your fingers), and left for a Big Boy Mover move at 4:30. He came home at 6:30, showered, and left for mutual. I guess this is supposed to mean "get used to Husband not being around much because when he starts his second job on Monday, you'll never see him...ever." That's depressing.
I don't know what I was expecting on my first day back. I thought Hyrum would at least act like he had missed me. Despite wanting to throw up my hands and give up more than once, I made it through. I'm grateful that Uncle Bryton did hang around and entertain Hyrum for half an hour. I'm glad that despite everything I still made a delicious dinner for my Husband and that the dishes got done. I'm glad that Hyrum went to sleep at 8:00 and I was able to crawl into my bed with a book and just take it easy. Yesterday was rough, but today will be better.