This is from an email I sent Laurie. I don't think I can type anything else tonight. I am going to drink peppermint tea and try to get to bed before 11pm.
"I am having a weepy-sobby day again due [to hormones and] to Wren vomitting all over me 3 times. I am now in dread of feedings (again) because half the time they come up all over both of us in a vomiting choking mess. I am afraid he will be losing weight again because of this.
On top of this my Mum leaves tomorrow AND I went to fetch Josh and got caught in the I-90 collision gridlock for almost 2 hours on a trip downtown. I have never been reduced to tears by traffic but this was it. Josh says I was "making up pitiful little stories about myself". This is true. I was feeling tragic that I wasn't with Wren, that we were late for his feed, that I had only had a Luna bar for dinner, that Frost is miserable with me ... etc. I managed to weep all the way home and still refused to let josh drive. I think I almost agreed to buy a second car (except J wants a new Mini Cooper and I want a $2000 bomb).
In the middle of my day the Social Security Administration called to see whether we qualified for supplemental benefits due to having a child with a disability (or birth defect or medical case or something like that). I spent about 10 minutes explaining that we didn't need a means-tested benefit but the interviewer kept saying that she needed to do the screening to check on my son's eligibility. After 20 minutes she said "sorry, he is not eligible". Argh! He had been yelling and needing diaper change for half the time.