The Breaking Point

Yesterday we reached the breaking point after Michael's rough night on Sunday. Monday was spent tired, trying to struggle through the workday. I actually fell asleep at my desk. Luckily I have my own office, so it's pretty easy to do. I felt myself sitting in my chair and quietly going off to sleep, still upright, vs. the head-down-on-desk method. And, one of my staff came in to check on something and found me. Again luckily, she's a mom, too, and so she understands.

Finally broke down after David, Michael and I got in the car to go meet up with friends for a birthday celebration for Vern. Things were getting tense in the car from all of our lacks of sleep--almost like Friday night fights. We avoided it, but it was still lurking. Since the dinner reservation was changed, drinks got moved up and over to a "British Alehouse and Eatery". I approached the door with Michael in arms while David parked. I should have seen it coming, the waitress turning to me to say "he can't come in here". I replied "he doesn't drink much." "Oh, but it's our license." Silly country.

So we went to the park to cool off, our friends soon joining us after slamming their beers. Once they arrived, Vern sat down with me and I just lost it. All the accumulation of the past year. Of David and I "valiantly" raising our son through his first year, rarely going out on our own (the books tell you to do it, why didn't we?). Everyone was so supportive as I melted into a puddle on my friend's birthday. It really broke down all of my supermom walls and, I hope, took me to a better place.