I took Betty's advice and slept. Got about 6 hours straight. When I went to fall asleep, I thought I would have trouble - then I got those massive sleep twitches that jerk you awake before you're even aware you've fallen asleep. They would impress even my husband, the king of the sleep twitch.
The dreams were harsh. But the rest was needed.
Today, I'm left with two kids who are being amazingly helpful. Son #1 fed Son #2 breakfast so I could take him to preschool. Last night, Son #1 gave the au pair her juice in his prized light-up Rainforest Cafe cup. They have empathy.
But I'm left with one "kid" who's still shaken up. Still doesn't understand. Wants a mother, not an employer. Needs more of me than I think I have time or energy to give. Thinks she's dying. Doesn't seem to trust me when I say she's going to hurt like hell for a few days but then will get better.
And I'm left with one more thing on my ever-growing "To Do" list - buy a new car. Estimate to repair is more than I paid - can't imagine the insurance company is going to do anything but total it.
So instead of shopping for shoes or clothes or jewelry (which my husband knows I'm too frugal to buy anyway), I'll be haggling with used car dealers all weekend.
Oh well - at least I can be a bitch and be justified.