Yesterday is over, and we all survived. We even made it to the Farmer's Market and the library. Last night Miriam woke up five times between one and two-thirty, and then the girls alternated waking up until seven.
I am still very blurry. We are still in survival mode. On the bright side, thanks to an uplifting conversation with Amy, I feel less depressed and crushed, and also less like my children's personalities were specifically designed to irritate me. Because it's all about me, right?
A few days ago Geoff and Amy were talking about responsible blogging, and about trying not adopt a position of 'This sucks, and look at how funny I am". I think I try for wry, but probably don't often hit it. What I dislike in some of the mom blogs I've read, and what I avoid, is the flippant. It distances and doesn't allow for vulnerability in the same way that constant flippancy in conversation prevents real emotional connection.