This evening I...
picked up Owen from day care...
came home and fed everyone dinner...
loaded the dish washer...
put on mascara and my coat and told Jon I was leaving...
I was going to blow. I could feel it, but I couldn't explain it. Everything Jon was doing was annoying me, and everything Owen was doing was even worse. I haven't been sleeping well and Jon has been working late every evening and Owen, well, he's doing some SERIOUS teething and boundary testing and I can't keep him happy for nothing. Add to that the fact that I rarely get out of the house for more than picking up Owen, walking the dog, or a little grocery shopping and I was feeling cornered into a never-ending bad situation. See what I mean? BAD MOOD.
So I went exploring again only this time I dared myself not to turn on the GPS...
and I found my way to Timonium...
and I found an Old Navy...
and I found a plaid pea coat in the exact fit and color I've been wanting for a very long time...
and now I have a little chunk of plaid and wool happiness.
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