I have been a little in my own head this past week. My daughter started preschool - which she absolutely loved- and my son began daycare -which neither he nor I loved at all. The place is wonderful and the people are caring and loving. I know he is in good hands... I just am sad that they aren't mine. He is such a little thing that always wants his mommy. Anyway, it was all feeling pretty tragic... until the fire happened and shook me out of my space of feeling sorry for myself. My plans for this weekend include donating a huge stash of baby clothes to the red cross for the victims of the fire. The fact that they are short on toddler clothes and infant clothes breaks my heart.
Life is tricky... and things could always be worse.
I am not really sure if that makes me feel all that much better.