I took the twins to the pediatrician's for their annual physicals today. They had vision and screening tests. Stephen passed both with flying colors. Matthew had a little trouble with the vision test; I don't think he quite understood the directions.

Both the boys are exactly 37 and 3/4 inches tall. Stephen weighs 30.5 lbs., and Matthew weighs 29 lbs. They are about 5th to 15th percentile for both height and weight, which means that 85 to 95 percent of all four-year-olds are bigger and heavier. My little peanuts.

Glad This Day is Over

I woke up this morning in the throes of a bad dream. I don't usually have nightmares, and I don't remember much about this one. I think it involved ghosts and a haunted house, and I was trying to scream but couldn't. Tab said I was moaning in my sleep.

The bad feeling engendered by the dream set the tone for my day. For one thing, the weather was dreary and grey. I much prefer an honest rain to an overcast sky. The heavy weather seemed to reflect my mood all day.

Everything seemed to go wrong today. Nothing major, just a lot of niggling little things. The boys were fractious, and I ended up screaming at them, which I hate to do. When I'm in that sort of mood, I over react, and I find myself saying things I really don't want to say. And then I feel worse.

Tab and I fought because he has not gotten around to calling back a client. This was a person who was referred to him by a friend of mine, so I felt responsible for his getting back to her. She called today and left another message. I begged him to call her right back, but he refused. It made me furious because it felt like he was discounting my feelings in this matter.

I'm glad today is over. Tomorrow had better be an improvement.

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