Last night at a friend’s house I had a moment.
Yes, a moment.
I don’t know what caused it. I don’t know why it took that moment in time to unveil itself.
But suddenly I became, in a word – overwhelmed.
And it came on like gang-busters. Here I was having a good time with my little ones and some friends. And something just got me. All of a sudden the tears started flowing.
Maybe it was the fact that I was just tired. Physically tired. Benjamin was been teething for the past week and sleep for him has not been good. And William and Alexander have been up every night till 11pm. Just in their rooms chatting and singing away. But nonetheless, wide wake.
Maybe it was the fact (sorry, Honey) that my husband was supposed to come home from his business trip on Thursday and it got pushed back a day. Not something that is unusual; I know this could happen anytime.
Maybe it was the fact that Alexander had to go to a Pediatric Cardiologist on Tuesday because of a murmur in his heart that sounded a little serious. And I didn’t sleep for 2 days. And was horribly nervous and worried. And the anticipation of the appointment, and then to hear all is well and nothing serious is mentally, emotionally and physically draining.
Oh yeah, and it’s been raining and/or damp and dreary for the past few days.
Maybe it’s simply OK to get drained for a moment in time.
I think we’ve all been there. Or all will go there – maybe even today.
And I’m fine now. After a good cry. A good venting. And a nice cup of Iced Coffee last night at 9pm.
After all, I think we’re allowed one “overwhelming” once in awhile, right?