Unfortunately at our house the children are not the only ones who have meltdowns. Mommy has been known to have one or ten or so during a certain, ummmm…phase of the month. Friday was the day for the big doosie. I’d been doing a little better lately. I’ve been very aware of my symptoms and try to not create more stress than is necessary. Trying to make sure no one else has to deal with my evil twin who comes to visit once in a while.
But what with the employment situation, the uninterrupted ice age that has descended, the unsatisfactory amount of daylight, and then the cycle from…well…from not a good place…Friday was stressful. I was dusting and dropped a two pound candle on my face, on my glasses and therefore on my eye. And it hurt. And I just. couldn’t. take. anything. else. And I lost it.
DarlingCaveGeek was at an interview and the boys were stuck with me. Alone.
Bless their hearts, my two little men do have compassion. I have always said that they know when the chips are down, when I’ve tied a knot in the rope, and am sinking fast. When the only thing left is the clichés.
One of the sweetest things is a child’s hug and I received many along with pats on the back and tissues handed at appropriate times. After pulling iy together, it was time to finish the day’s list which included a run to Sam’s Club and since they had shown me grace and compassion we stopped at Target for a tour down the Transformer aisle.
Whatever young women they marry are going to have gracious young men who will be prepared to face the monthly hormone attack. Or as my husband so kindly stated, the boys may just be afraid to get married if that was an example of what’s to come…Oh so helpful there Dear…
Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths."