J. is still out of town. It's been a long three days.
Yesterday I threw pickles (from Fruit Bat's plate) across the kitchen. And kicked the laundry basket hard. I'm really so DONE with my four-year-old's recent aggression toward Kitty Cat. Though I know it's just beginning. And that depresses me.
To cheer myself up I hired a babysitter last night and went out to dinner alone. I ate sushi with a fork, drank a beer and felt a bit better.
Then I came home and tried on the babysitter's sunglasses. That filled me with glee. Really.