I tend to feel so different in the morning that I think maybe I ought to look into lithium. Or possibly electric shock therapy.
Today’s plan is to let Wyatt and Rory duke it out. I have tried punishing him every time he touches her, and it doesn’t work–and the truth is, most of the time, he’s not actually doing anything he doesn’t do to Lily 62 times a day. It’s jsut that Rory has this deeply, deeply annoying screechy reaction, and when I hear it, I overreact. I can’t exactly punish her for screeching, so guess who gets it?
Today I will accept the poking and the screeching. This is their new relationshiip, and barring bloodshed, they will just have to work it out as best they can. And I am even going to take them to town, scene of many a past crime. And the post office.
I’d be feeling pretty good this morning–got some sleep, had a fun day yesterday with Sam…except that today is my birthday, and I foolishly did not plan for any kind of babysitting until evening, and that only briefly–and somehow I doubt the fairies will send any! So while I feel pretty generally happy about a normal day, I feel less happy because of that nagging sense that today ought to be a little bit more than that.
I have given myself permission not to get in the swimming pool today, so that’s a little treat. And I am about to go get a mocha, and I gave those up a while back, so there’s another pleasure. I will have to get Rory and Wyatt mochas too, in order to keep mine. Feeling selfish!