Today has been a little rough. I just couldn’t shake how tired I was, which made me a tad grumpy and feeling directionless for the day. Fuller really wanted to head to the park, so I took him.

There were plenty of puddles and mud to avoid or enjoy, depending on your role in life. As the mom, I was all for avoiding the mud. As the kid, Fuller was attracted (and closer) to the mud and ended up with muddy knees and hands before we left the park. I didn’t care. I figured the fresh air was good for us both, and the sunshine was definitely welcome.

Even though we were there for about an hour, when we got back to the house I was counting the minutes until quiet time (there were about 50) so I could rest. I took a nap, but I didn’t wake up rested. I’m starting to realize I probably won’t have a good night’s rest until Baby Two is about six months old, if that. So I guess I need to start figuring out how to convert my grumpy, sleepless attitude into a better disposition.