Last night it rained so hard that it woke me up in the middle of the night.
Sideways rain attacking the windows. I got up to make sure Charlee was okay in her kitty house. Emma was awake, too. I topped of the kitties’ food and water and went to the bathroom and couldn’t shake the feeling that so often lately, it feels like the end of the world.
James has been awful. He is bored and whiny and crushes my soul hourly. I am in the throes of PMS and my whole body is already tight with pain and my mind feels too heavy for coherent words and he just pushes me over the brink.
The weather is killing us. The sun will come out, brilliantly, for small chunks of time. Just enough time to get dressed and plan an outside activity and then the dark clouds are back and within seconds, everything is being drenched again.
We got stuff for the kids’ Easter baskets yesterday. Some books and science activities and vehicles and sweets. I feel better knowing that amidst this chaos and inability to do anything normal, we can still give them holiday magic.
It’s noon. I’ve made a big breakfast, done the dishes three times, started some laundry. I’m still in my robe, sitting in my workroom with Puff sleeping against my legs. He cries and cries at my workroom door until I go in with him and let him nap with me on the couch. Today I’m glad to just be away from everyone for a while.
We still have at least another month of the kids being home from school. Potentially longer. Potentially they won’t go back to school at all this year.
I wonder how many other parents are completely losing their shit right now.