coffee and kleenex

I knew it would all catch up to us eventually. The adjustment back to two full time jobs with three kids. The back-to-back coast-to-coast airplane trips. The wakeful baby hitting what one mom described as the "4-month sleep regression." The triple play of my grandfather's death, Jess's diagnosis, and the anniversary of my mom's death five years ago yesterday. Someone contagious with the chicken pox for a month straight. And now, a cold for me. Our kitchen counter looks like a hybrid between the supplements corner of Sundance and an aisle at Rite Aid.
Coffee and a box of kleenex are getting me through the day. Applesauce and computer games are getting Milo through