Yesterday. . .

when I caught a glimpse of the shirt Marc will wear on his annual trek up Pikes Peak with his co workers this weekend. . .(his boss has shirts made for all the hikers. . .and it's more about the hike than about the shirt but the shirt sparked the emotion)

when I couldn't do anything to console my babe after he got his 2 month immunizations. . .

when I watched Marc open and power up his new Blackberry. . . (a perk for being a partner, I suppose)

when on a whim I tried the skirt on that I wore on the day we blessed Anderson and it didn't fit. . .(Anderson was the same age on that day as Christian is now)

the sacrifices seemed too great, the burdens too heavy. So I went to bed early hoping I'd feel better this morning. I didn't.

So today. . .

I threw myself into my work. Among all the smaller, organizational things I did, I:

-washed/dried 7 loads of laundry
-cleaned 3 bathrooms
-vacuumed 1/2 of my house
-prepared 3 healthful meals (plus the 6 I fed Christian)
-sewed 2 buttons on pillow covers
-read 3 books to the boys

I'm still feeling gloomy but hopefully tomorrow with another list of things accomplished I'll be feeling better.