Helluva Week

I just had to do that previous post as I am trying to salvage what I can from this week. I needed a laugh. I needed a giggle. I needed to remember that Ev used to be tiny and incapable of smart mouthing. I needed to remember that all things pass, that there are very few things in life that are infinite.
Maybe I am a bit off here. I mean, the week wasn't a total waste. I actually had a few great moments. Like tonight, watching Wall-E with Ev and Billy Bones on my lap and a belly full of yummy dinner. A look I caught on my husbands face when he was looking at me. The way Evelyn's laugh got all echo-y and loud when she was zooming down the slides. The time that Ev got carried away when we were playing "Link does sword battle against random enemy played by Mama" and yelled "Give me back my friend you ....you......! YOU BASTARD!!!!" (yes, 4 year olds cursing is always funny to me even when I have to swallow belly laughs and tell her not to use those words). The way that Evelyn looked playing in the back yard when I pulled up to the house after 8 hours of "Fluid and Electrolyte Balance" at the Nursing Refresher. The wonderful dinner and clean house I came home to after that damn class.
However there were frustrations and futility aplenty.
We have tried to get so much done this week and every time I turn around there is some reason that Item A 1 thru 5 did not get done. Things that I could not foresee to save myself a 40 minute car ride with a tired and hungry kid. Silly bureaucracy that prevented me from getting every single bit of paperwork the Social Worker needed. Hours in the hot car for no good reason. A kid that is sick of being stuffed into the car and hauled around to stand at my side in front of huge counters. A kid that has learned how to pout, talk back and use the word "bastard" in the same week. A kid that spent, I kid you not, about 30 minutes complaining about everything under the sun yesterday. A kid that was driven to thrashing about and weeping. I wanted to do that too, but someone had to first film it, handle it and then make dinner, plus there is that whole Super Ego thing. A sinus headache from hell. Financial hemorrhage. Mother-in-law ISSUES. Finding out that my Dad might need a knee replacement. And the sudden, crushing realization that I must have broken my Mother's heart about a gazillion times in my life.
And just when I thought it couldn't get worse. Just when I thought that I may be on the upswing, I rolled over in bed this morning. My tank top rode up a bit when I did , so I had a bared mid riff when I tossed the blankets back . Then the kid that I had just spent 20 minutes snuggling? Yeah, that kid. She looks down. She smiles big. She pats the exposed flesh and says "oh that big ole tummy"
Et tu Brute?
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TU.
BRUTE?