I survived Tuesday: back to work and leaving Ella Kate. She was fine. I was fine. I got all worked up over nothing. The week went well. I enjoyed seeing everyone on Tuesday and getting to catch up. Ella Kate only cried when I arrived each afternoon to pick her up because she wasn't ready to leave. I'm sure that's MUCH better than her crying because she didn't want me to leave her. Each day went fairly well. I worked almost nonstop Thursday and still wouldn't have had it all together if it weren't for my coworkers and a sweet visitor who helped staple papers at the last minute. But it was finished and Open House went smoothly. I thought I had it "wooped". One more day and it was Friday...I could make it. Ella Kate had other plans. We were up more Thursday night than we were asleep. I had flashbacks of when she was a newborn. I was exhausted. B left early to drop EK off so I could have a few extra minutes. I got in the car with my Coke Zero and had extra time to spare before I had to be at school. I was feeling better. Until I got a few driveways down... and the warning light on my dash came on and my car refused to turn. No power steering and something else I don't understand. I did what all really tired women would do in this situation. I switched it off and cried.
It could definitely be worse. I have a loaner until it's fixed. School starts Monday, the first football game is this week, and my brother in law gets married on Saturday. Just thinking about it makes me need a nap. But we'll survive, and we'll enjoy it. All of it. And THEN we'll take a nap. Here's to a busy week.