Well, the last two days have been almost unbearable in their complete awfulness. It’s equal parts heartbreaking and maddening to watch your child SCREAM because she wants to sleep so badly and can’t… and is furious that she can’t. At best she falls asleep only to wake up 20 minutes later with the wired eyes of a crazy person.
We are all zombies.
In lieu of our bloodshot eyes, I’ll post about happier times. We made a last-minute weekend jaunt to my parents’ home on Sunday, and it was the perfect getaway. I got to play tennis with Joel. Iris got to be held and beamed upon by the grandparently types. Carl got to sleep in the icebox basement (a distinct privilege after 90 degree days in our no-AC home). We all got to welcome Steve home from his Hawaiian adventures.
And Iris had her first swim.
See? I keep trying to convince myself. There have been good times. There are good times. There will be good times again.
It’s almost working.