Crummy day at work. Three folks laid off, one a close co-worker. This economy sucks. I want to go home and stuff my head under a pillow and cry. Or at least eat a ton of ice cream and read myself into oblivion.
Instead, after work, I need to meet with a plumber, sign for my new gutters, and be a moderately happy cheery mom to my happy cheery child.
I know I’ve been stressed and grumpy and sleep-deprived for months now, but this it the first time it’s really going to be hard to “be the right mom.” She won’t understand why mommy is crying/bent. She’ll just want a mommy to laugh and play with her after work as she always does. Even tired mommy always cuddles and smiles at her….
I know, I know – I need to take care of myself in order to take care of her. So she’ll likely get a weeping, cuddly, smiling mommy. And I’ll eat ice cream while she plays with her toys. And ask Daddy-O for hugs.