This week was a throw-away, a bad apple. A dive on the mom roller coaster. When I wasn't comforting a feverish child or wiping a runny nose I was being impatient with my kids and complaining to my husband. And if I wasn't doing that, I was sitting on the floor with a zombie face holding one baby with the other by my side lost in a miserable fog of blah-ness. To say I was not 'at my best' is putting it mildly.
Thank heavens for the earnest smiles of a stubbornly cheerful 4 year old and the helpfulness of my 8 and 9 year old. I love that the moment-by-moment cure for the moment-by-moment struggles brought on by having children is the children themselves. Like heavy rain during a lightning storm.
But mostly? Thank heavens for Keith. For his cool head when mine is in a panic. For his calm words when I need a call back to reality. For his steadiness when my inner balance is so shaky. For his superhuman patience even when I'm abusing him so unfairly. For the arms that find their way to my shoulders when I find myself wavering.
I hate it when I am like this. But Keith, he loves me anyway. This above all else gets me through. Being half of this team gives me the reason to fight and what I'm fighting for.
It gives me the ability to look at today - see that it's just a bad apple - throw it away, and start again tomorrow.