Case of the Mondays

Landon woke up at 3 AM this morning and cried off and on until around 5- efforts to comfort, feed, cuddle, or pacify him in any way were unsuccessful. This "sleeping through the night" thing is one leap forward, three steps back, 2 hops forward, 1 flip backward... he's always keeping us guessing as to what the wee hours of the morning will hold.

So when I woke up late at 8 AM, my eyes were so swollen from not sleeping that my contacts looked like little torture devices- it was going to be a glasses and sweats kind of day. My eyesight isn't terrible. I can get around the apartment and read close-up without correction, and I was so tired that I didn't notice that everything was a little blurry as I walked out the door with Landon and all our stuff. Then the weather was gray and very foggy, so I still didn't think anything of the fact that my neighborhood looked out of focus. After driving about six blocks and trying in vain to clean my windshield, I finally realized that I wasn't wearing my glasses! Landon and I turned around and carefully headed back home. I parked in the snowdrift I had just shoveled myself out of, lugged Landon out of the car and up the stairs, grabbed my glasses (and the checkbook I needed to pay for our auction items, and a toy for Landon to play with in the car- I forgot a lot of stuff this morning), and got back in the car. Twenty minutes after we first pulled away, Landon and I were back on the road and he was pretty sure we should be at Maya's already...

Now I'm trying to catch up the 75 pages I'm behind in con law, but I'm still a bit dazed. I need another family snow day or some kind of caffeine IV.