Saturday I felt like everything was awful. Yesterday things were normalizing. Today I feel great. I’ve been happy and optimistic. I spent time just talking to the kids instead of avoiding them. I actually did a real bedtime for what feels like the first time since school got out. This meant snack and stories and individual time for each of the kids. It was good. I need to do it more often. I need to start it about an hour earlier.
Today I love my house and my kids and my life. If this is some kind of a mad bungee thing then I’m going to dig in my fingers and hold on right here until the cord gets good and stretched out so that I don’t have to snap back the other direction at all.