See Sylvia Run

Life is hard when you have a teething baby in the house.  Everything was a crisis for her today. Poor little thing.  I know she's in pain, but can I get one tiny break from the screaming?  Please, baby?  One tiny little one?  

I finally put her to bed at 6:45 pm and she was out by 7:15pm.  When I came out of the bedroom after she was down for the night, I was so ready to run away for a few hours to decompress by aimlessly walking the aisles at Target or Wal-mart.  But I was so moved by the scene in my family room -- the kids in their pjs sitting on David's lap while he quietly read Rapunzel's Revenge to them.  How can I run away from that?  I couldn't do it.  I let them finish their chapter and then the kids were sent up to bed after brushing their teeth.  And it was only 7:25 pm!  Bonus!  I can't remember the last time the kids went to bed before eight.  

So instead of running away, I decompressed by cleaning the kitchen with David, packing lunches, and then reading books on the couch together.  I am in a much better place now and tomorrow is a new day and a new chance to start all over again with my little baby.  

TTYL.