The day had been plodding along when I went to get Boop at
daycare to take her home at the end of the day. I walked into her room, and she
was sobbing. The two adults were off doing other things. My heart sank a bit,
and I felt overwhelmed again. I guess I was also thinking, 'Oh boy, she's going
to be a handful again tonight. I don't know if I'll be able to manage her by
myself.' Then, my mind started racing to figure out how I could change the
situation, taking the baby and the dog and getting out of this place.
Fortunately, I had a few distractions to get me off that course.
I had asked a few students to help me move some furniture out of my kitchen.
And I was going to get them some pizza and pick it up before they came. What
was I thinking? dragging a frazzled Boop out and schlepping her and pizzas? I
should have just had it delivered. I was in such a habit of going and picking
it up, I guess. It's only about 3-4 blocks from my house. Boop and I managed to
get it, but it took some concentration to balance 16 lb Boop and 2 large
pizzas. The students were there as I pulled in to the house, and they made
quick work of the job. When they left, Boop was out of sorts, and so I cranked
up the Big Band music and wiggled her around the den a few times with mixed success.
Finally, she settled in for the evening, and all I wanted to do was to be still
and quiet for a while. Mentally, I was in a different place from where I was a
few hours before, certainly more exhausted.
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