Just One of Those Days

"Why today of all days?" At least that's the thought that keeps spinning through my head.

Today is just one of those days that you wish you could skip over... or erase... or magically change. One of those days that you just end up making it through.

First off, the sun decided to play hooky. I hate it when that happens, and it really doesn't help for my general mood when everything else is going wrong as well. I grew up in Sunny Northern California where we had sun almost every day from May till September. And between October and April, it was either pouring rain, or sunny and freezing cold.
This past week we've had dry days almost every day. And a couple of them were beautifully sunny. It's been a delightful treat for me. But then this morning is just dreary and grey and I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if it decided to drizzle for the better part of the day. But I should continue... the weather is more or less... a prop or background... or general setting.

I think the main problem is that I'm just really tired today. It's not that the kids were up too much last night. In fact, Sir took care of them for a few hours after I went to bed, so I got pretty much uninterrupted sleep for three or four hours. PC was only up two or three times after 3am, and it wasn't that much time if you add it all up. But I'm fighting a cold that I'm strongly suspicious is trying to turn into a lung infection. I'm good at getting lung infections. I had two of them last year within 6 months of each other. It's just that when it's a chore to breathe, even doing the most mundane tasks seem to wear you out. It takes a lot of energy to breath. Yesterday I called the Dr.'s office and set up an appointment for today... not the greatest time of day (just as the kids' naps are supposed to commence), but at least they were able to get me in before the weekend. Maybe we'll drop in and see Sir after seeing the Dr. He works not too far from the doctor's office.

On top of not having very much energy... there's the kids. PC is either still teething... sick.. or something else. He still has a terrible diaper rash that just won't go away and stay away. I'm guessing that's a lot of his problem, but he's really tired too. And he's not taking his naps very well. Yesterday he barely took either of his naps. Yes, he went through the motions of being in bed for the normal amount of time, but he was fussing and crying about half of the time, and it wasn't just the first half or the last half.. it was ten minutes on... fifteen minutes quiet etc. And then there's Dolly. She's already had one accident today which required a change of clothes. Yesterday we went through five outfits. Sometimes this potty training thing just won't end. There are good days... and then there are bad days. Of course, you never notice that there are three or four perfect days in a row, but boy do you notice when there's two bad days in a row! She's also bored almost out of her skin. I'm no fun to play with right now, PC's not available, and everything she comes up with like: dumping my can of yesterday's leftover pop out on my desk... or emptying the lower shelves in the pantry... or swishing used fabric softener sheets around in the fish tank... or scattering the pieces of the baby swing that I took apart this morning around the house- are just not going over very well.

And then there's all the stuff that likes to haunt me. Like the vacuum sitting at the bottom of the stairs silently reminding me that I need to vacuum the stairs... and the rest of the house for that matter. Or the dishes stacking higher and higher on the counter which call out that it really won't take that much to empty the dishwasher and reload it. Or the bathroom that needs a good scrubbing down, but all of that just sounds like so much work right now. I don't want to do anything... except feel better. Oh well, after all, it's just one of those days that will go away. Eventually.