Today was so long and emotionally draining that at the end of it I almost took the wrong baby home with me. I got the stroller loaded and reached towards my friend’s baby and only stopped trying to pick him up when she asked me what I was doing. C was looking at me the whole time with a look on her face like “uh Mom… I’m over here…”
The funeral was a horrible, horrible experience. No one should ever have to bury their 18 month old child. Hearing the parents wail was truly heartbreaking. Many, many tears were shed at that graveside.
After the funeral I went back to work.
One of the biggest projects I work on during the year consists of getting all of the program registration forms to our congregant. Through no fault of mine we were two weeks behind schedule this year. Today was the day we had to collate and mail all of the components of this big mailing. It was a tad much to deal with…
This weekend we are moving on to happier things. C’s first birthday party is on Sunday.