Friday I had one of those days which humbles me as a parent (as if I needed that) and gives me a few moments of feeling like a crap parent to boot. Without going into details, I left Colven asleep in his carseat too long and he woke up while I was bringing a load of laundry up to the pump house so he woke up alone and started to cry. Then a bit later we went to try out a dance class and I had to take one of those pregnant and utterly unrewarding urination trips to the bathroom SO badly so I slipped out only to have my precious child pounding on the door before I could finish with full tears and sobs because he looked for me and I was gone. When we got home we put together some new adirondack chairs for the lawn (working with tools? Colven is all about that!) and he was having a great time until he fell down and got a bloody nose! Seriously! Right while I watched but couldn't do anything about it. I know all of these things just happen, but I'm thinking coupled with pregnancy hormones I just felt .... well... like complete shit. And sorry for myself. It was pathetic. So once Cyrus came home I sat in one of the newly finished chairs and made myself snap out of it. Then Colven brought me flowers which I had to force myself not to cry about! Ahhh! Pregnancy!