I realize that all babies are different and Emery Jack is an amazing little boy, I just never realized how truly hard this is. By the time I picked Colby up from work yesterday evening and started back home Emery was SCREAMING in the backseat and I was trying to work on counting to 10 and taking deep breaths, while I was asking Colby how his day was, and what he got accomplished. All I could think of was I didn't pull any hair out today and so far I haven't cried.
Once home I realized we had nothing planned for dinner and everything was frozen... That's when the waterworks started, I tried keeping it pulled together, but sometimes there needs to be a release valve. Colby suggested I go to wal-mart and get something and he would stay with Emery so I could have a "breather".
Once in the parking lot of Wal-mart I went into a full blown ugly cry. We all have one. I had to sit in the car until I could compose myself enough to walk in to get what I needed and at one point I noticed a little kid starting at me and talking to her younger sister.
OK, I KNOW it looks like I've been crying, but I assure you I was attacked by a swarm of bees in the parking lot, don't go out there, it's ugly!
Every day gets better it really really does, but sometimes I need the 10 minutes to cry in a parking lot, even if I do get stares from 7 year olds.
Once home I made dinner, rolled around on the floor with Emery Jack....I can't stay away for very long, I absolutely love the two men in my life.
