Yeah... It was bad.
So bad I couldn't find any reasons to laugh.
So bad I didn't want to write a thing for fear it would be a part of my permanent memories.
So bad my mom bought a plane ticket without telling me. She's coming tomorrow. :) That's what happens when you tell your mom you have all the symptoms of postpartum depression.
Thankfully, they're all the same symptoms of not sleeping.
I'm feeling much better.
On a better note, last Saturday we went to a rodeo. My first actually. But Zach and Quinn were old pros (which I surprisingly had no idea about). Quinn walked in and went straight to their regular seats.
It's always weird to me when I find out that there's an aspect to Quinn's life that I have no idea about. How did that happen? Lazy mother.
Anywho, we had a great time. They were doing barrel racing, which was super exciting to me (I'm kind of terrified of horses, so watching people ride them super fast is sort of a rush) (I'm a nerd, I know), but Quinn was much more interested in the tractors that would drag the course every 10 riders or so. He merely tolerated the barrel racing.
Max of course loved all of it.I really don't know why he's so happy all the time. Have I said that before??
The thing that always makes me laugh is how inappropriately dressed we are in this town. No matter where we go. And yes, I realize we are at a rodeo, BUT, this could be the case anywhere here:
Boots?Hey, at least I tried.