A Week, Briefly (6/11/18)
Something happened overnight on Thursday night . . . I don't know what . . . all I do know is that I went to bed perfectly happily and woke up on Friday morning completely unable to cope. Everyone and everything annoyed me, poked at my brain, left me antsy and angtsy. I stood at the kitchen sink whispering our family calming mantra over and over again, opened my mouth to call everyone to breakfast, and then snapped. Really snapped. I hollered, scolded, berated, stomped, and generally made everyone in the house feel bad before I had enough sense to put myself on time out in my room for half an hour. Sir Walter Scott and the teens handled breakfast and Morning Meeting while I was crying into my pillow. I emerged still unready to cope, but at least calm enough to control my voice and words. Today is Saturday, and I still feel tremulous and ugly in spirit. Sir Walter Scott isn't home; the teens have a lot of outings; we're babysitting our usual two extra kids....