I suppose it was a long time coming. All it took last night was a brain fried from studying all day plus Carson ruining yet another outfit with his explosive poops plus my out of whack postpartum hormones and sleep deprivation plus the fact that Chloe has suddenly decided to designate our dining room as her personal pit stop… these factors combined resulted in the meltdown that occurred the moment Matt walked in the door from coaching basketball yesterday evening. Poor guy. As D-Day (i.e. the day I take my nurse practitioner boards) draws neigh, I’m transitioning from a little bundle of sleep-deprived nerves to a big, irrational bundle of sleep deprived nerves. This probably comes with no surprise to my family who has witnessed more meltdowns than I care to admit in my lifetime (they say I’m too emotional… I claim that God has blessed me with the gift of sensitivity), and I thank the good Lord for giving me an incredibly patient husband who knows that this, too, shall pass. I did eventually settle into bed (my review book in tow, of course) to watch American Idol which proved to be an excellent remedy to all that ailed me, and as I rose this morning, I was comforted with the promise that “those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
A view of my life these days… Carson looks like such a stud in his big boy clothes (Is it wrong to call a 6 week old baby a stud??)