It was Ben's 38th birthday yesterday, which means I turn 39 in exactly 2 months. And he is kind of taking it hard. 38 is both old and totally blah, you know?
I gave him the gift of an extra long work day so he could try to get ahead before spring break. I am the best wife ever, obvi*
I actually had a wonderful day with the kids because my hormones have shifted away from the horrific PMS I have been dealing with ever since I got a positive pregnancy test on 1-24. I have spent almost 2 months angry all the time, and it has been awful. Now, in the midst of a natural miscarriage, I feel happier and more hopeful than I have felt in 2017, which is a total and complete mindfuck.
Anywho, a pre-school dance party. Even though it looks sunny and cozy in Dororthy's room, it is FREEZING and ICY and SNOWY outside. Happy spring!
He liked them anyway.
* I am a total shit wife. I mean the upside is that my 6-week-long bad mood is gone, but I am still SO TIRED all the time, and I keep having to go lie down with a heating pad and leaving Ben to do all the work. I need to bounce back soon for both of our sakes.
** YES. Yes it should have been the other way around because it was HIS BIRTHDAY. But, see above.