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.