During times like these, the best description for how I feel, is hopeless. Everything seems darker, harder, more pitiful. Of course, it is not. More so a cruel by-product of sleep deprivation. I flatly refuse to let negative moods consume me. It may be found in the smallest things, but I always manage to drag myself out of the dumps. Today was no exception. Preschool drop off was a delight. I met Will AND Will's Mama. Angus was as pleased as punch. And so was I. Just the kind of feel good moment I needed.
Then at the last minute, much to my shock and disbelief, I was able to secure a morning appointment with our doctor. Felix has had a lingering cough for weeks now and if it had anything to do with his recent sleep problems, I needed to know. He received the all clear, which is great. No antibiotics required, even better. So I'm hoping my investment in a bottle of Demazin (Doctors recommendation) might be the answer to a more restful night's sleep from here on. At least there is hope, a nice change from the start of the day.
Being all butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth at the doctors was tiring