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Blughhhh. It was our wedding anniversary today. 🙄I care just enough to be vaguely miserable and disappointed that we did nothing, but not enough to make actual plans. Like most things. We were going to go away for the weekend, but then I couldn't find the place I had in mind, and I got super frustrated and gave up. And then we said we'd go out for a nice dinner. But the baby was super cranky and wouldn't go down for her second nap until it was too late to go out. And also Seattle was all shut down and a lot of places were closed today? Because everyone was worried about there being protests and rioting? I don't know, I didn't get that memo. So then I cried because I cry about everything and I was disappointed and annoyed and super hungry because we couldn't decide on anything. So we finally just ordered pizza and watched baseball, and the pizza was amazing, even if the Red Sox lost. Happy Anniversary? That's us, and it was fine, but I'm perpetually annoyed at our lack of effort and planning. It's hard to get really jazzed over our 1 year anniversary of signing government paperwork to register our relationship when in September we'll have been together for 17 years. Maybe we'll do a better job celebrating that, but I doubt it. I just would have really liked a babysitter, y'know? I feel like we're drifting apart just the littlest bit? Just in that way that there's a baby hanging out w us 24/7 and we're both like 70% focused on her care and survival. Being alone together is starting to feel a little weird. Which, none of this is a bad thing necessarily. We're just changing a little, growing and finding ourselves in new roles. And having it be a little odd to be alone together is sort of a novelty? But I can see where anniversaries are a good reminder to take some time together, and not quite as silly as my younger somehow more cynical self might have felt.