getaway

I don't know why I haven't been writing here lately. I often think about things I want to say on the blog, but some days I'm just so tired... emotionally worn out, and all I want to do at the end of the day is slump on the couch and watch moderately funny sitcoms. Which is what I've been doing rather than writing on the blog.

Plus, I've been struggling with my headaches, which takes me out of all kinds of games and activities.

But this past weekend my best and longest kept friend came from Seattle and we went to a spa. Ah, a spa. It was amazing. She was here two days and the first day I couldn't relax, felt guilty for leaving the kids and also wanted constant updates on what they were doing. The second day I let go a bit more. I don't know how long the effects will last, however, in my dealings with the kids. Right now I just want a nap.

We're out of the sweet spot with Frances. That was quick. Now we're full in some other spot that is not sweet at all, but rather weepy and cross and full of dramatic moaning. I'm going to hold on to the hope that this is just another stage and it will also be quick. The other option is to assume she's dealing with something (but what, exactly?) and try to help her. But it's so hard to want to help when she's being such a ridiculous pill. Yesterday she fell apart because I didn't want to come upstairs and put her paci in her mouth for her. Really.

Maybe in my mind I'll just still be at the spa.