It has been a long week. A very, very long week. Full of emotional breakdowns, discomfort, sleep deprivation. The icing on the cake last night for me was watching Grey's Anatomy and having the pleasure of seeing one of the secondary characters involved in a c-section gone bad. Yes, I know it's just a show, but come on. I didn't need that. Not now. I don't know how it ended up, as my husband kindly turned the television off once I burst into tears.
Then today? I sit down at the computer, looking for some internet respite while baby boy naps away, and the main headline on MSNBC.com is about C diff, a bacteria that appears to be infecting every person who walks through the doors of a hospital. Fabulous. Again - I know this stuff exists, but really - did it have to make major news NOW?
As I walked by a mirror earlier this afternoon, simply horrified by the reflection staring back at me and getting ready to plunge deeper into this apparent - and hopefully temporary - state of depression that I'm in, baby boy toddled up with a bag in his hands, held it out to me, and said, "F*ck sack?"
Sure buddy, you can have some fruit snacks. And thanks - I needed that.