The vacation is going, well, ok. Yesterday, frankly, was a bit of a cluster fuck. I spent a lot of the day in tears, with a raging nauseous headache. Just my usual of trying to feel other people's feelings for them and/or with them, and getting my feelings hurt by inventing other people's feelings in my head. Dur.
Luckily, I've come far enough to be at least honest about it, and think I resolved most of the shit last night. I'll post about this abstract crap in more detail once I have a little perspective on it.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Swimming together--her wet little cheek pressed against mine doing mermaid spins in the water.
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Taking my personal shit out on her, then realizing I've been taking my personal shit out on her, then feeling absolutely terrible about it.