My great-aunt finally passed away late last night. I'll be leaving town later this week for her funeral, leaving the girls home with Christopher. I wish we could all go, but it's too much driving in too short a time for the girls, and they're too little for a funeral service anyway. Today I am thinking of my great-aunt's long and wonderful life, and missing her.
And then there's Julia's first swimming class yesterday afternoon, which was so awful I can't even talk about it. (Not that the class itself or the teachers were awful; it was awful watching my tiny daughter become more and more paralyzed by fear, white as a sheet, and chin-quivery as she struggled not to cry from across the pool from where I sat with a perfect view of her suffering little face. It was worse than the first month of preschool at age three. It was worse than her past medical tests and surgery. I am miserable just thinking about it!)
I need some sort of (legal) mood-altering self-prescription!