2pm. It was really nice to have Dana here this morning - the extra pair of hands is so crazy helpful, and having another adult to talk to is helping to stave off the crazy. Unfortunately, she left around 11 and I still have the rest of the day to get through. The cold is a lot worse, my head feels like a balloon and I can't breathe through my nose, and now I don't have the nice distraction from it. K is still on short nap rations, though at least Q is sleeping. Am trying to put on snappy non-music-class music to keep things upbeat. Maybe tomorrow we'll actually get out of the house again. On the positive side, our neighbor unexpectedly shoveled our walk, which was just super-nice. It's great to know that we've got support. We're still in survival mode, but we're getting to the home stretch. Deep breaths, grace and aplomb.
7:30pm. The rest of the day went well. Snappy music helped much. Never thought I'd be dancing to Miley Cyrus in my dining room, but, well...
"Put my hands up, they're playing my song, the butterflies fly away. I'm noddin' my head like yeah, movin' my hips like yeah, Put my hands up they're playing my song, know I'm gonna be okay."
Sadly, Stephanie and Benjamin couldn't come to play but we still had a good afternoon. K still needs to be held pretty much every minute, but perhaps I made my peace with that for the moment. And the boy just couldn't sleep - we had a few hours of rocking and crying and crying and rocking, but... We're almost there! Just keep singin'!