Tuesday, April 23, 2013

When life doesn't make sense

It goes without saying that last week was awful. Between the Boston marathon bombing, the West fertilizer plant explosion, and the background check amendment failing in the senate, I wasn't having a lot of positive feelings about, well, anything. And on top of that, I got food poisoning pretty badly. And then Hannah just started, out of nowhere, losing it every morning at daycare drop off. So I immediately blamed myself for not being a "good" mom while I was sick, and I felt a huge dose of working mother guilt on top of that. But then a weird thing happened. She flipped out on Saturday, even though she was surrounded by family and pancakes (how can one be sad on pancake Saturday?!). And I looked at the clock and it was 7:15. The exact same time she had been flipping out during drop off. It is like she had some sort of internal alarm clock set for "inexplicable meltdown." So I hope that was just God's way of showing me not everything is about me, okay? Sometimes toddlers just lose it. Every morning. For a week or two. Even when they are surrounded by loved ones (who aren't on their way to work) AND pancakes. The thing is, sometimes life just doesn't make any sense.

1 comment:

  1. Yep. Crazy week, and toddlers make no sense. Ever. ;-)