Sick and cranky kids, Owen’s poop issues (a clean out), obviously Tom being gone on a holiday, me now starting to feel sick—all on top of the normal everyday stuff—and after some random unimportant thing (like Katie reaching for the Kleenex box for the 23rd time) I kinda lost it. I really try not to do it in front of the kids, but it just happened.
Poor Owen was like “Mama, are you okay?”
I told him I was—I just really missed daddy and it was really hard work taking care of everything by myself while he was gone.
He came over and hugged me and gave me a kiss saying “It’s okay mom.” Then told me he was going to read me a happy story.
/bawl