... the mice will be devoured by unseen dangers...
Dave left for a snow trip on Friday morning. I fell apart shortly afterwards. I know, I'm such a loser wuss- but I was tired and teary and it was all too much.
I could tell you the whole retched story of sleepless nights, flat car batteries, colds and flu's, tears and tantrums. But I won't, instead I'll tell you about the amazing people I am surrounded by.
Amy, my uber attractive sister in law who helped me bath and feed the kids before filling me with Thai and peach vodka.
My Mumma who was upon my door step before 8 am dressing babies, collecting washing, drying tears and muffling my cursing. Who rocked the Lady Baby to sleep in the middle of Saturday night so I could rest.
Dad, who installed a new car battery (with Amy's help), cooked us dinner, made us countless cups of coffee and chased the Young Man until he could run no further.
And my neighbours who spent their Saturday morning trying to jump start my car and gooing over the Little Lady so I could... you know... melt down.
The story is always the same with me. Things are hard, I don't cope, there are 1000 people right there to help me out. My faith in myself and others is restored. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
I think i'm the only one who needs reminding that I don't have to do it all alone.