I didn't know anyone at the party, daughter only knew the birthday girls. our daughters know each other because they attended the same daycare. anyway, chatted a bit with various people. one of the party goer's dad is planning to attend Ironman in Mexico. the birthday girls' dad might too, and is a grad student at the college I attend. I had a piece of the cake, it was a cute cake made by the local cake business which made my wedding cake 9 years ago.
went grocery shopping after the party. when we came home, the toddler was so crabby that i just lay down with him, leaving the groceries out. we ended up taking 2-3 hour nap at least. i still haven't put the groceries away.
weird dreams involving Mr. Grabby, not being grabby at all but rather invading my home with a bunch of friends to give them a tour. it was weird. then, in the back of the yard (in my dream) there was a deck which was built on the side of a hill, with a whole in the deck large enough to swallow my toddler. so while Mr Grabby and his friends are touring my house completely without permission, i'm in the back edge of my yard contemplating the safety of this unstable deck with a hole, and a 30 ft. drop underneath.
lack of hunger is a weird thing, and honestly not something i have a lot of experience with. not sure how your body is staying nourished with that little food.
mostly out of the mopiness/woods. stupid fucking hormones. it has been so many years since i've had a regular cycle that i'm having to relearn some of this. hubby mentioned "you've been sad a lot lately" and i had to explain that i think it's part of my cycle now. it's not that being hormonal causes me to make drama, but that this part of my cycle makes it harder to ignore stuff that's bothering me. I think it was Dr. Christiane Northrup who had a lot of interesting perspective on mood and cycles. I need to pick up a book of hers and reread that part.
oh, and toddler lost the smashing part of my mortar and pestle. so i have a bunch of course Celtic grey sea salt and no way to grind it.