Well, up early. I realized last night that my disappointment was stemming from really wishing my parents could have come. It's something I've had to work on in therapy. If I feel an emotion but I don't think it's "useful", I don't deal with it. Because my parents had a health issue that precluded travel, I thought "Well, I'm disappointed and they're disappointed but it doesn't do any good to dwell on it." As a result it leaked out into me being disappointed in all sorts of things.

Last night after another small thing, I realized why. I had a good cry (for me at least, I don't cry much).

I feel better this morning. The older boy and I are waiting for the toddler and husband to wake up I enlisted his assistance in brewing coffee and making a breakfast casserole to go with the donuts!