Yesterday Never Happened

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.