a Lot of blah

It's gray outside. And damp, misty, cold. I do so love this kind of weather. It tricks my mind into thinking I live somewhere other than here. And rainy winter weather is so short lived here that I attempt to soak up all of it that I can. Unfortunately my favorite weather has coincided with an unfavored behavior pattern from my son. Mostly fussiness. Unending fussiness. Crying. More fussiness. Warranting nothing but exhaustion and frustration on my part. It's not necessarily his fault. He's teething. Therefore very angry over the intrusive pain in his mouth. Since having some of my ridiculous amount of cavities filled almost two weeks ago, I still have pain on that side and have come to only chewing on one side. So I understand and sympathize how oral discomfort causes unhappy, cranky people. But since his only way of communicating his feelings is to scream at me and fuss continually, I grow less and less patient and understanding with each day. Add to that the return of some not so enjoyable abdomen and incision pain from Henry's oh-so-dramatic-introduction-to-the-world a few months back and you get an unhappy mum with a very fussy boy. And an even grayer outlook.

Thankfully today is PJ day. Several weeks back, overwhelmed with the pull of life in so many directions, I donned Monday as PJ Monday. A day that I plan to do nothing. I stay at home, relish time with my son, do laundry, watch TV, snuggle with my boy and my dog, and most importantly stay in our PJ's all day long. But somebody decided to poop their pants this morning, so Mommy is the only one still in PJ's.