Lost It

Want to know what happens when your sinuses feel like they are about to explode, you are way too hot in warm clothes while the sun blares down on you, you didn't get enough sleep last night, you've been going non-stop all morning getting your daughter's cast removed, and then your almost 2 year old son will not hold your hand in the parking lot, or walk, but only cries, throws himself on the ground, makes you haul him to the car where you cannot get him buckled into the car seat because he is arching his back screaming? You break down and cry. That is what I did, anyway. I cried and cried and cried. And then, I wiped my face and kept going. I got him buckled into the car. I drove the kids home. I fed them lunch, and got them tucked in for a nap. I slept a little myself. I put on shorts. I took tylenol. I managed. I was at the end of my rope emotionally and physically. We've all been there. There's a moment where one crosses into the depths of despair, wants to cry out, "I can't take anymore!", and the sobs just start coming. And then we somehow keep on taking it, we keep on going. And after a while things get a little bit better. That's life.