Just one of those days.

If you're an old fogey like me, you will clearly remember Monica's hit "Just One of Those Days". Well, that is certainly the case for me today. It's hard to pinpoint what exactly sent me over the edge this morning, but since I'm a big emotional basket case during the wonderful months known to me as "Tax Season Hell" I can guarantee that it was probably something as minute as the holes in my friggin socks again. The plain truth of the matter is, I miss my pain in the arse husband and can't imagine how in the hell single mothers do it. (for those that don't know, Ben is an accountant and has been working from 7am-11pm six nights a week) It's so hard to balance taking care of my kids (aka making sure they make it thru the day in once piece), cleaning the house, doing all the required mundane things it takes to run a household, and working at night. Just when I think I have it under control, things seem to fall apart again. This is huge for me, being that I am so type A that everything needs to be in control and somewhat organized or else I fall off the deep end. Hell, it's even big for me to admit that I need help because I'm the type of person that never used to ask for it. It usually doesn't take me long to regain my composure, but when I am feeling down, I am doooooown. Like, I want to go sit in a dressing room, try on clothes, and eat a gallon of ice cream while someone plays the violin. Maybe I should take up knitting and knit myself some new socks. Even the Pilate's' instructor this morning had to force my shoulders to relax and told me I was "a little ball of stress". Of course, this caused the waterworks to flow right then and there, which was almost as embarrassing as the woman next to me who kept letting out farts.

Yes, today is just one of those days... thankfully I have my little man Nathan who told me he wants to "give me a hug and make me happy". And here I thought I was the one who was supposed to make the boo-boos feel better. My boys have a way of making me see the light at the end of the tunnel. My non-stop, non-snuggly Ollie even allowed me to rock him to sleep in my arms, something he hasn't done since he was an infant, which gave me some time to reflect. I am discovering each day that I am learning more and more from my children... I think the lesson of the day today is that I need a "time out"... hmm, maybe I can sneak a hot shower in while Ollie naps. Fingers crossed!!