It's a Cold Friday

It's cold outside today. It's overcast and windy. The high is suppose to be 75 but I don't see how. It is just not a good day. Mackenzie's soccer game is tonight at 7. I've got to go home after work and we'll change clothes so we can kill some time, even if it means driving 45 minutes home and then 45 minutes back. She could only find one shin guard this morning. I can't find her socks either. Yes, it's not a good day at all. I wore my crop pants, a short sleeve shirt and my cute high heel thongs. My feet are cold. I know Jackson is going to get cold out there tonight too. I better put him in his jeans. It's too early for it to get chilly here.

I guess I better go get her another pair of shin guards and socks. I'm not looking forward to that at all. I haven't eaten lunch yet. Bonnie took my car for business and she forgot to leave me her keys in case I needed to run out. So no lunch for me and I can't go get Mackenzie's things. This week has been rough at work and I'm just ready for the weekend. Tomorrow we have Bonnie's son's, Griffin, birthday party. He is 2 today. In a flash they get so big.

I can't believe Jackson will be 2 in December. It seems like just yesterday I was pregnant with him and being told that they had to take him 4 weeks earlier. I remember how scared Lee was that something would go wrong or that his lungs wouldn't be fully developed. The little booger didn't give us any problems though. He was just perfect. Just like his big sister. He was so tiny and so perfect. Everyone around me needs to just keep having babies so I don't have to. It sounds like a good plan to me. I can enjoy them but not pay for them. Kids are expensive.

Lee is off of work tomorrow. He was going to drive to Montgomery tonight when he got off of work but decided against it. Tomorrow they are having a yard sale to sell the remainder of his mom's belongings. I know that has to be hard on him. He felt like he needed to be there because Macie has done so much but I don't want him killing himself to do it. He'd have to turn right back around and drive back Saturday night and then open the restaurant the next morning. He needs lots of sleep on any given day and it'd be too much for him.

I'm getting moody. I think I need to go scrounge to find something to eat in the office. Sometimes if I don't eat then I get very testy and no one should come around me. It's not always a good thing. I'll see if I can find some crackers or something.