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A long afternoon of helping kids with homework, music practice, getting kids to and from various activities, nit removal, cooking dinner all against the backdrop of a very sad Kindy child (who was pretty sad for most of the afternoon before he collapsed into bed after dinner), all culminated with me shedding tears at dinner.
It was partly a sense of being overwhelmed by the juggling, but also a feeling of relief that Rowan had come home and I wasn't on my own dealing with it any more. I had also felt stressed about whether I'd be able to actually get dinner on the table. I'd had so many interruptions to actually getting it cooked that I felt a bit panicky by the end. Probably resulted in the tears.
Some days just aren't that great are they?