It’s nice to have my patience back. Thank you, Iowa and Missouri.
Seriously, there’s something about a family who fawns on your child (and a find-religion week of unidentified nausea [turned out to be the new glasses, thank goodness] and sheer terror about the future) to make me appreciate my sweet little goofball a bit more.
That, and a five-part familial chorus of “you’re doing a great job” (versus the one, rather loud, “you need to change everything because nothing you do is right”) to give one the boost one needs to dive into this job again.
Mmmmm. Welcome home.