I'm in a foul mood and just wrote and then deleted a long post about the service we got today at a restaurant which rhymes with Bolive Barden where we went because we were hungry and wanted soup and salad and we thought that would be quick and easy.
Let's just say that we all left in a foul mood and barely made it to pick Owen up in time when we'd thought we'd have time to shop at another place before that.
Let me also say that although I am quite aware that being a server is one of the most thankless, underpaid, difficult both mentally and physically jobs there are on the planet, some people should just not try to be one.
But all of that is not really why I'm all funkified in the soul and it's all pretty stupid and I'll be fine but I'll tell you this- I'll be glad as hell to get in bed tonight. As bad as my dreams will be (and oh! they will be bad, trust me!), at least they'll be a change of scenery.
You know what I mean?
Lily just sent me a video of Magnolia June smiling at her daddy and I got to hold her and her cousin August some today and that was lovely and Gibson let me pretend he was my baby at breastfeeding group because everybody had a baby but me (and no, we did NOT breastfeed) and then we pretended at lunch that he was Mermer and I was Gibson.
"Can I play with your phone?" Gibson asked Mermer.
"No!" she said.
"Can you buy me a toy?"
"Can you hold me?"
"No. You too big."
"I don't like being Gibson," said Mermer/Gibson.
"Okay," said Gibson/Mermer.
And we switched back and all was well.
See you tomorrow.