Ah, another holiday under my belt. Independence Day has come and gone again for another year with the attendant barbeque and fireworks. This year, Secret Agent Man ran the festivities at the house. I gave him some money to shop, but he did the actual shopping. He and his friends did all the grilling as well. Social Animal was out with friends, as was Girlie Girl. Truthfully, I did very little yesterday. It was my first day off in a couple of weeks that I hadn't been placed in charge of little Miss Personality in some capacity. I love, love, love her, but two year olds are exhausting :-) Anyway, I really took the day off because Secret Agent Man and his friends were very kind to Handsome Lad, as they are on occasion, and let him hang out. They even served me my plate and cleaned up fairly well after themselves. Later in the evening they set off some fireworks in front of the house. Fireworks are actually illegal in my city, but they do sell them legally about half a mile away in the next city over...so people get them, bring them home, and set them off. I don't think the police make a big deal of it as long as neighbors don't complain...and believe me, none of our neighbors had any room to complain about fireworks! Also we could see a couple of fireworks shows that were going on from not too far away just by standing in the yard.
It was nice to have a quiet, stress free holiday, but when it is quiet I do tend to think too much. Got myself sort of depressed and blue. I am frustrated that the quiet time I crave so much tends to lead to me feeling sad. I don't think it is any great indication of mental health that I need to be running a million miles a minute to keep despair at bay. Geez, this turned into a whiny post and that was not my intention...but there you have it.