Kicked in the face

I got kicked in the face.

(With a nice dose of reality.)

Last night was the first night ever that Hannah couldn't sleep. My poor babe has such an itchy face from her chapped cheeks that she was up ALL night long. She was so uncomfortable. And what do you do?! We can put medication on it- only to be rubbed off 5 minutes later. So we snuggled all night, which wouldn't be bad- except that she had her first full day of daycare today, and I had to go into work. So hello "working-mom" welcome to the life of sleep-walking.

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As I entered work, I did everything in my willpower to get excited for the new change, but I absolutely failed. (It didn't help that I listened to the most depressing music the entire car ride in and it's totally dark and dreary out today.) As I talked with my sub for three long hours about all the horrific and awful things that my students and their families are going through right now- all I wanted to do was run home and hug my Hannah that much tighter. It has been more than a breath of fresh air not worrying about the deep, dark, and horrible things that my students endure everyday. But, welcome back to reality. I could only take three hours of my job before I made some lame excuse and said that I had to get going.

I "therapy-shopped" for three hours and then picked Hannah up 30 minutes early from daycare.

Hello reality. I hate you.