…and the rest is history

You know what just isn’t right?  I was in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area today, spent a few hours in a condo party room and then turned around.  Typical.  Even though we don’t really get to real cities very often, when we do, we don’t do more than sit around a nursing home, hang out at in a party room and lounge around T’s parents’ kitchen table.

I can’t even say it isn’t my fault.  I suppose if I really wanted to, a while back I would have demanded that things change and we’d be doing something different–but I didn’t.  Beside, today I was exhausted, a harried-looking mama chasing after her child.  We wore matching under-eye circles. I barely cared that I’ve been delegated to the toddler patrol.

My dark circles were earned after heating up the telephone lines late into the night last night, an activity I haven’t had much occasion to do since T moved in with me. (Back in the day, I was pleased when my phone bill was under $200 and was ecstatic when I found ICQ–a way to talk to T without racking up the minutes.)

J’s circles cropped up after he woke at 6 and didn’t take a nap before the party started at 1.  In fact, he didn’t nap until after we left (mostly due to a meltdown over a toy at about 3:30).

I feel a little sorry for T this Father’s Day.  He was stuck with two grumps, a long drive and no quality time with his video game.  At least we’re back home early and relaxing as the cool breezes ease themselves through the room–not such a bad end to a pretty hectic day.