You know it's a terrible day when you find yourself sitting on the floor with your toddler, and you are both crying uncontrollably. He's having a tantrum, and you are the sickest you have been in probably over a decade. This was the state of the Schiltz house at 10 a.m. this morning. And I am not exaggerating at all. In fact, I should probably add, in the interest of full disclosure, that we both had disgusting runny noses, were extremely in need of baths/showers, and one of us was naked.
All I can say is that this was a dark, dark day, and that I survived by the grace of God, the help of my mother who came over for a couple of hours around lunch, the help of Aaron's mother who sent a box of cookies that pulled Ben out of another tantrum later in the day, a sweet visit from my brother, and some kind words from friends who called or offered help. And, of course, my husband who took over when he got home from work and sent me to bed.
In the end, though, I have survived it. The baby is blessing me by continuing to stay in rather than come out (who would have ever guessed a couple of weeks ago that now, at her due date, I would be praying for another week of pregnancy?!!) I am going to take that MUCH needed shower, and then I am going to bed! This day is GONE! I think I hear a choir of angels singing!!