We had a tough day here, after a very long night. My husband is away. I’m anxious and tired. Tonight ended with frustration and screaming and fighting over going to sleep.
Once Henry finally went to bed at 10:00, I felt the familiar stab after a bad day. I closed my eyes and thought about my yelling when Molly got pink lipgloss all over the white rug, and when Ellie laughed in my face as I told her it was bed time. I turned on the television. I was caught suddenly by something I saw: a mattress commercial during which The Beatles’ “In My Life” plays. Damn you, cheesy mattress company. Now I have to sob and post all these pictures. Because I wasn’t my best today. Because I was preoccupied with work and cleaning up and having some quiet in the apartment. Because my children should never go to bed sad. Because I love them more.