My Chair Just Broke

Literally. I was sitting here in my computer chair that Eldon lovingly brought home from some foreclosed house where he'd found it, when there was a strange snapping noise and the sound of crashing. And my rear end sunk probably two inches.

Not the best way to start my day.

In fact, I've lost all trace of what it was I was going to write about.

I'm a little cranky, truth be told. I'm cranky because it's hot, and I'm not thin, and I'm still nauseous, and I don't sleep well at night because of this nausea, and my child is in a fit-throwing phase (please, Lord, let it be a phase), and my house isn't clean, and I have to clean it, and Eldon's leaving in five days and I'll be alone for a month, and we're moving soon, and I'm running out of ideas to make creative meals with the food we're trying to use up before we go, and ... well, the list goes on and on.

But that's not what I was going to talk about when I pulled up my little blog. It's just that my chair broke and suddenly my patience snapped in half. It's lovely.

So I'll just document a sweet mommy moment I had just a few minutes ago and end this fine post. :) I heard Chiara wake up from her nap. It was the sound of her yelling, "Baba!!!" from her bed, which meant she woke up dying of thirst. So I rushed in, told her I'd bring a sippy cup of water, and hurried to get it for her.

When I came back, sippy cup in hand, I stroked her face while she guzzled almost the whole cup in one go. I kissed her little wrists and squeezed her little feet and smiled looking at her eyebrows - furrowed in concentration as she drank. I just love her. That's all. I love this little human being who is so separate from me and yet somehow all of me. I just want to be a good mommy. That's all.

I'm not so cranky anymore.