I thought I was doing fine on this one–Jake’s birthday. Today he is 15. Here he is as a baby with Grandpa G.

Everything started out well: yoga, morning meeting in Fruit Heights, walk with the dogs, catching up on filing & bills. Jake went skiing with Sean. And Katy, Shelley, and the boys came over for a visit. We decided to go to Five Guys for dinner, but on the way down, Jake grew more and more foul. he was mad at his shoelaces–new Nike shoes from Sean–mad that he wasn’t with his friends, mad, mad, mad. I offered to take him home, but he stuck it out. Geez. Worst part of it was, I got grumpy too. Then sad. I know that on holidays and special occasions Jake’s emotions run high and his expectations rise. I guess my emotions run high and my expectations rise as well. Perhaps it’s human nature. But I really thought I’d recovered from Valentine’s Day and my over-reaction to Maggie’s illness and poor Math grade. Time to forgive myself as I scurry around apologizing and making amends to my children.

I think I need a vacation.