Yesterday was stressful. You know those small matters that eat you from the inside out and make normal things become heavy things because this one thing is sitting in the back of your mind not letting you forget it, so it's hard to even enjoy your ham and cheese sandwich. It's not a big deal, just a matter of what I wish I could do and what is best.
The afternoon with all the girls home was the climax of my stress. Riley's piano playing and the other girls' screaming and crying just made for some maddening music. Then Nathan called me and said not only was he coming home late but reminded me he had a meeting that evening. Then that hopeless feeling washed over me. I brought Lola with me into the play room and closed the door. We sat quietly on a bean bag and I turned her so she faced me. The heavy matter had gotten heavy enough that I needed to talk to someone about it. "Lola" I said, "what should I do?" She gave me her serious eyes and answered me, "oh, hmanya nda dohhhg." And never pulled her serious eyes away. Somehow really that helped.
2 comments:
that made me laugh and cry. I love one-year-olds.
oh man.
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