I’ve been back at work for three weeks now.
Mom left a week ago.
I’m so sleepy.
Wednesday was Penelope’s fifth birthday and for the first time in her little life we completely forgot to do anything for her. Not that she noticed. She had two friends over last night, so I guess we can pretend that it was a dog party, but since it happened mostly by coincidence, it doesn’t make me feel any better about forgetting. Why am I posting about a dog’s forgotten birthday instead of the economy or politics or being back at work or my beautiful baby boy or my awesome mom and her visit with us? It’s not that I don’t have a lot of other things to say. It’s that this is such a huge change for us and it made me sad. Penelope used to be the center of the HarrisWorld household. Now we forget to celebrate her birthday. I knew my life would be wildly different once The Reason for My Fatness turned into a real, live baby, but sometimes it’s the little things that have changed that bother me most of all.