Learning Curve. There are days when I feel like cloudy water in a glass. Days when I feel spilled and lonely, and the color of the sky and the color of the melting snow is like cement, perpetual and repeated as far as the eye can see and all I want to do is crawl into bed and sleep.
There are days now, when I feel utterly incapable as a mother of two. There is certainly a learning curve to it, and the curve is steep and scrabbling.
Today is one of those days. Stir crazy. An open jar of nutella. Going to pick up and Bean up at preschool with Sprout in tow. Thus far all efforts to take both boys anyplace by myself have gone disastrously. Sigh.