In a funk

 Ugh. I am trying so hard to be super festive (Starbucks this AM! A Target cart full of ingredients to make my birthday Snickers cheesecake with sparkler candles that say 45 because I am a middle aged baby! Hot pink lipstick even though I am just a mom for the next several months!), but I am not feeling this birthday. And! I have just been feeling meh in general. (I worked out for 90 minutes before I started my day— yoga, a walk, cardio on my elliptical and weights and STILL NOT ENOUGH ENDORPHINS).

EVEN THOUGH MINNIE WEARS GARDENING MITTENS, which is darling (I could not find her any “glubs” which is what she requested).

Also she has baby Tevas which I didn’t even know were a thing. I think Tevas are kind of gross when a big old adult foot is strapped inside them— but a really fat little rectangle of a toddler foot? TAKE MY MONEY, STRIDE RITE STORE.

The weather is AMAZING here- between 68-80, sunny, crisp in the mornings. We are all loving it, especially on baseball nights. SPOILER: THEY ARE ALL BASEBALL NIGHTS.

Today I got to watch Harry play tennis for awhile sitting by self in the most perfect early afternoon sun. He was excused from the whole day to play in an invitational tourney. His doubles partner picked him up this morning, and they JUST finished playing a few minutes ago. They won their first match in straight sets, lost their second the same way (I watched the first set, and they were up 5-1 when the wheels just fell off), and lost their third in a 8-10 tie break. Harry played GREAT today, and he’s really proud of himself. I loved the sun and the smell of sunscreen.

I planted a TON of marigolds in the front yard in an homage to my hometown.

Look at the view on my walk this morning!

AND STILL, I am just not actually feeling very happy.

WHYYYYYYYY?

Definitely trying to fake it til I make, though, and Ben ordered a teeny little swing set after another swing set company came out and didn’t want to deal with our hill. It’s really cute, and I think Minnie will love it. Ben thinks the a-frame will make installing it on a hill easy and its small size means it can be on the most level spot in the yard with the slide pointing downhill AND he can still plant his garden, and our peonies are safe. Phew!

I just feel YUCK. Fat. Cranky. Ugly. The whole 9 yards. My summer clothes from last year do not fit this year’s body, and this should just be an invitation to buy new clothes but instead it makes me feel a certain way. You know? Blergh.

Ok— we have fun plans this whole weekend, and I am going to focus on that and try to to whine so much.