Normally, I wouldn't be upset about taking a day off. We were supposed to go to Six Flags today (my first time in 17 years), and as you can imagine, it all fell through.
Our daughter refuses to take a bottle. We were going to leave her at my mother-in-law's house, but she would not eat unless Amy nursed her. The result? No going to Six Flags.
On top of that, we spent the whole day doing nothing in Georgia. Not a blasted thing. I'm busy reworking our guest room, and it needs a lot of it. Instead of being productive at home, I wasted an entire day.
Today was my last day off for the year (if you don't count Christmas), and it's gone. No park, no productivity. You can say I'm whining if you like, but... Well, I'm going to be nice and not say anything back.
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