And I've got a lot of 4th of July weekend pics to post, but don't feel up to it tonight and plan on getting to it tomorrow. M to the Izz-A worked some killer overtime last week and that tends to wear us all out.
Plus, if I'm honest, the real reason is that I went for my 6th week post delivery check-up today and ended up crying to my doctor. Still waiting on my hormones to level out? Tired? Maybe a little of both, but we all know that cryin' will wear you out like nothing else. My sweet little Hamp seems to be a big fan of crying his little heart out lately, so I figured I'd just join in, I guess. If ya can't beat 'em, join 'em, right? I told myself I wasn't gonna. But I did. Dang.
As if that wasn't bad enough, we ended my appointment with a good laugh. I started laughing at the fact that I was crying.
Wow. I think I just confirmed to ya'll the fact that I am indeed crazy.
After dinner tonight, I took Kate with me on my run. She skipped her nap today and was in rare form, so I plopped her into the stroller and off we went.
On our last mile, I noticed she wasn't talking to me anymore. When we got back to our house, I saw that she had decided she'd had enough of the day, just like me.
Shoes are optional, when you're just along for the ride.
You know I took her straight to bed, right? That bath will be waitin' for her in the morning. I'm picking my battles these days. And this Mama is gonna watch some TV and relax a bit before bed.
Thank you, Lord, for my sweet babies....
...and the stroller rides that help me out on nights you know I'm needing help.