I think it was Mad Hatter who once wrote about the tradition of the morning-after the emotional outburst post with far more humour and eloquence than I am likely to attain here today. If I thought I’d have more than a minute or two here, I’d go find it. What is it about bleating your anxiety out into the interwebs that seems to release the pressure building up in your brain? The hangover from an emotional drunk always leaves me feeling vaguely silly but hugely refreshed.
I knew when I was posting my little pity party last night that I would likely feel better by this morning, and I almost didn’t press the “publish” button for that exact reason. (Some weeks, I delete more than I post!) But, I am so glad I did. It never fails to amaze me how a little “oh, me too” or even a simple “there, there” makes things seem so much easier to bear. More than a dozen comments and e-mails in less than twelve hours? I don’t feel nearly so alone anymore, and that’s a blessing indeed. Sincerely, thank you.
It *is* a rough stage, isn’t it? You’d think having been there a couple of times already, I’d’ve remembered that more clearly. Add in a little nanny-search stress (good news on the horizon on that front), a dash of back-to-work anxiety (that one is still freaking me out), and the triumphant return after a blissful nine-month absence of the monthly red menace (is it possible I forgot how annoying THAT one could be, too?), and I guess I can cut myself a little slack.
It means so much to me that you are all still out there, and so quick with a word of kindness. This is blogging at it’s finest, and why I keep doing it when maybe I should be doing something more productive to prepare for the pending arrival of our weekend houseguests, Marla and Josephine. Hey, if that doesn’t brighten up a week — heck, a whole month! — I don’t know what would!!
I know how hard it is to find time for yourself… that’s probably the only reason I am looking forward to going back to work in two weeks. I’m just thankful that I’m actually home with my kids – my 3 year old got a serious, serious case of pneumonia and was hospitalized in CHEO for just over TWO weeks recently. He got plural iffusion, which is a complication of pneumonia, and he required surgery to drain the fluid. He had to keep the chest tube in for 4 days. Things kept getting worse and worse… blood work everyday, x-rays, ultrasounds, C/T scan, IV for 14 days, morphine, you name it. It was a NIGHTMARE. And he’s been through so much – this was his 3rd stay at CHEO. First one being at 12 weeks for 10 days for a UTI, and then again at 6 months… this was by far the worst, and the scariest experience. On top of it all, I only saw my 10 month old for a couple of hours a day, then I was back at CHEO, sleeping there with my oldest son. I’m just thankful we’re all home for the holidays and that he is doing much better.
Glad things are looking up. I know only too well how awful and draining those days can be.
I’m so glad you’re feeling better.