I think today would have been better off without me. I don't think the best of me woke up this morning and is probably somewhere still buried under the sheet and two quilts I used to keep all of me warm last night.

Maybe it was because I woke up about four times in the night because my kids were cold (taking your pajamas off will do that in November), or scared or just crying in their sleep. Maybe it's because I couldn't get past the weird buzzing noise I kept hearing but was too tired to investigate. Maybe it was just that there was still a drizzle this morning and it wasn't enough rain to enjoy, but it wasn't enough dry to make use of. I don't know what it was, but it seemed to engulf me today and smothered my usable self.

I was able to function enough to do some laundry and make dinner tonight. Once the boys were in bed I made a batch of cookies. Cookies are redemptive things. My mood is so much better that I'm going to save some for tomorrow and share them with the boys.