Emotions, like water, seek their own level

August 6th, 2009

The following things have reduced me to tears this week:

I couldn’t find my key.

There was no paper on the toilet paper roll.

Boychen mashed a brown lump of Play-Doh together with a purple lump of Play-Doh and now we have browple- colored Play-Doh.

The boys and I missed a bus. (This is not a big deal, it’s Switzerland after all – there’s another bus in six minutes.)

My husband offered to pick up Small Boy from the grandparents’ so that I didn’t have to.

I special-ordered compression stockings and started crying right there in the pharmacy.

Small Boy and I found a dead songbird and set it under a tree and covered it with leaves and branches. “Good-bye, pretty song bird,” we said.