I am in the bathroom. Hiding from my baby.
Who does that?
With guilt above and beyond, I am sitting on the side of the tub, listening to my six-year-old and four-year-old successfully entertain their baby sister.
There is little time left for this day to redeem itself, and with the toilet as my current view, it's not looking promising.
I'm not sure what happened, but exhaustion hit me hard this afternoon and Nora decided to make this one of her Cat Nap days. Which maybe wouldn't be so horrible except that she cries bloody murder for about twenty minutes straight before she falls asleep. And then she sleeps for about five minutes before waking up and screaming again.
The emotions of this day came out of nowhere, and I'm feeling the shame and guilt like a big weighted winter coat.
But it's okay. (Right?) I am getting a few moments to myself. And my children are playing happily on the floor together. Maybe Nora needed a break from me as much as I needed one from her.
Perhaps I'll give myself another minute or two. I'm in the bathroom, I might as well pluck my eyebrows or something.
::deep breaths:: xoxo, christine