Liam is apparently feeling much better, as he felt completely free to wake me up at 7:15 to tell me he was thirsty, then proceed to piss and moan and be generally noncooperative for the past two hours. I think the pseudo-PTSD is hitting me; I look in the mirror and I look like a goth soccer mom, big black circles under my eyes--sooo not my best look. I'm weepy and grouchy and just generally not fit company, so I'm hiding in my office pretending to work so I don't snap anyone's head off.
I had really hoped to get out for awhile today but Hurricane Katrina-related weather has started moving in. Or maybe it's just late August weather in general; nonetheless, it's rainy and muggy and gross, and in order that getting out be at all beneficial to my mental health, I'm going to have to revise my plans.
This week's Photo Friday challenge is chaos. Too bad I can't take a picture of the inside of my head.