For the last few days. And, man–is it ever ugly. First, my family headed out of town (they deserve it) for a couple days, and I couldn’t go. Then, there were all of these obligations–my wife had an art class (scheduled months ago), church, etc.
And it was my birthday weekend.
The rational side of me was cool with all of this, but I guess my inner child was feeling forgotten.
I was whiny, petulent, churlish all weekend.
My wife and I finally got to go out last night, and just didn’t go as I’d hoped.
I’m 45 today, and I just feel a little forgotten.
It’s okay, I’ll get over it.
Have a nice rest of your day.