Y'all. Yesterday this happened.
FIRST GRADE. I was such a mess I threw up at 4am. Well, it was either that or a mess of medications I'd taken, but whatever. The husband prepacked her lunch with a sweet card, gave me a blessing and had dinner marinating the night before. Because he knows me. And is awesome.
I survived yesterday, but it was hard. I loved all my boy time, but I missed my sunshine all day. This summer, I soaked up the WonderGirl time and made every day count. It was amazing. Thank heavens the Dude was still home - he doesn't start 4K until next week and I predict I'll spend Monday sobbing and snuggling Thing 3 until his ears pop off.
But that's next week. I woke up this morning around 4:30am and couldn't get back to sleep. I really, REALLY did not want to take WG to school today. I didn't want the throw up again so I decided I'd go downstairs and do some photo editing to cheer me up - and then I discovered I'd accidentally deleted a weeks worth of pictures off the computer and SD card. Y'all know me about pictures. I document EVERY.DAY. I started really freaking out, so I decided to try a last ditch effort to calm myself down by blogging, and found the N key was missing. You can't type END or DEVASTATION or FREAKING without the N. At this point I was ready to hide under the bed in the fetal position and cry all day, but I figured it was more productive to cry in the shower instead.
The husband was still home and listened to my sob story. By the end of my shower, he had a recovery program sweeping the card for the deleted files and gave me a new keyboard and a kiss. I still want to spend the day crying, but I'll manage to do that while doing other stuffs and not hiding under the bed. How can a girl be sad with a husband like this?? Oh, and he restocked my emergency chocolate supply. Sorry ladies - this guy is alll mine.
Now the only thing wrong is a massive zit on my chin. But in light of everything else I've gone through this morning, I think I shall overcome.