A Spoonful of Sugar
Huh. I don't know if this is the right lesson to take away from this whole experience, but apparently if you are in enough agony (and post a whiny enough blog entry about it), the Universe takes pity on you. I don't think I really want to test this theory, but still...coincidence? I think not: the baby slept through the night last night. (I didn't, but that's my own issue, and in any case I slept better than usual.) I mean, he slept from 7pm until 5:45am, and then once I fed him, for another two hours after that (causing my entire family, which depends on me for its morning motivation, to get an extremely late start out the door this morning, since I was uncharacteristically snoozing myself).
And strangely enough (yes, I am saying that somewhat sarcastically) that little unexpected spoonful of sugar made the cocoa a lot more drinkable today. The morning getting-everyone-out-of-the-house whirlwind wasn't quite so debilitating, work didn't seem so hard, and everything else just seemed...possible again. Go figure.
Awesome! Apparently, the universe listened!
"Apparently, the universe listened!" -Ian
Well, it damn well better. :)
Some friend I am. Three days too late to be a witness to your understandable "this sucks" confession. I'm so impressed at your ability to articulate the suckiness, though. Is that any consolation? That you can write about it well enough for friends and the Universe to get it, and respond? Maybe no consolation. But hang in there, be gentle with yourself, and remember what your mother said. This too shall pass. And eat your vegetables. (and they, too, shall pass)