This was one of those days where I felt like I was drowning most of the day.
I couldn't stop checking my work email, which consequently led me to inevitably working ,which lately feels more like a game of Chess than it does a project management job. It's making me very tired.
So, Liam is screaming his head off because he wants my sole attention, and I can't type over IM to the production assistants, because I'm holding my goopy baby. And I can't talk well over the phone, because I'm trying to cradle the phone in my neck and hold a tyrannical Liam...it was a very angsty day.
Even as I drifted off last night to sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about work. I hate that. I don't know why I can't fantasize obsessively over something good. Like going to Rye Beach, New Hampshire. Or eating lobster bisque. Or having pretend tea with Lily.
Which reminds me of why I need to do this. Because even though the day was horrible, above all, everything that matters is O.K.
At the end of the day, despite the fact that it looks like a tornado whipped through my house, the kids are sleepy soundly in their beds, and we are all together.
And I can't think of anything better than that.