This was how I felt yesterday: the game was definitely over. I could definitely identify with Alexander and his "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day." You don't need the details, and I certainly don't want to relive them. It basically boils down to being only 6 weeks postpartum and struggling to get back to some semblance of normal--during the busy Christmas season, no less.
I will share what broke the awfulness of the day: three very kind acts. The first was when Adam, without hesitating, spent an extra $8 on something not really worth that much to make sure I wouldn't have to stress about it. And then he took care of the fussing baby, Isaiah and a friend, and made dinner while I took a short break from life. This, after attempting all day to make me feel better and not succeeding; he didn't stop trying because I refused to be made happy. The second was when my mother, whom I had ungracefully yelled at less than an hour before, offered to fix something for Katie that desperately needed fixing but would have never been done if left to me. (There are only so many hours in a sleep-deprived new mother's day!) The third was when Shelli took Katie out of our house for a couple of hours during the worst time of day for me to spend with her. This is said with all the love a mother can have for her daughter, don't get me wrong. I just needed a break from my darling 3-year-old's speaking decibel level. From the depths of my heart: thank you, each of you!
And today was a better day, including accomplishing tasks, snuggling children, and fulfilling responsibilities. We'll see what tomorrow brings . . .