I have not been sleeping well. For the past four or five nights I go to bed where I toss and turn and my mind runs nonstop. I have never been plagued with (non child induced) insomnia and if this is what insomnia is like, I am not a fan of it. I need sleep.
This morning I was grumpy. I went through the motions of drinking coffee and making breakfast. After a long shower I decided that perhaps a skirt was in order, maybe it would brighten my mood. I don’t usually wear skirts although I continue to buy them on clearance or while out thrifting because I like the concept of skirts. They look fun and happy and filled with sunshine. But I have the fashion sense of a walrus and when I attempt to put together a skirt-shirt combo it inevitably looks wrong.
I come out of the bedroom and ask Husband, who is working out of the house today, to give me his opinion on two outfit choices I had put together. The first was not great but the second he liked and so did I. I spun around to twirl the skirt, feeling a bit like mammy in her red petticoat from Gone With the Wind (my skirt has that shiny inner lining). Carter looks up from some serious brick building activities in the hallway and matter-of-factly says “Momma, you look like a princess!” and goes back to building.
He warms my heart. And with that attitude, he will go far with the ladies.