Mom gets her heart broken in a way that somehow has wound up hurting more than other heart breaks. Let down. Disappointed. Mad that she allowed herself to open up to people and once again get hurt.
Kid starts eating. Hallelujah! Poop continues.
Now Mom has poops.
Mom gets email that the job she was excited about starting but happened to coincide with the flu is no longer a job. Was told she didn't have time to donate to the project.
Tears followed by more tears.
Tells herself the hurt will stop. The sting of rejection will eventually fade. The desire to 'fit' isn't as important as the thought of it.
Kid refuses nap. Mom is exhausted but at least relieved that kid feels better to throw a fit about nap time.
More poop. More snot.
We are on day 8 of the flu.