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.
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