It has been a bad day.
We had our family meeting with the therapist. When we got home, OmegaDotter was to do her homework before heading to the gym. OmegaDad headed off to the bathroom. OmegaDotter finished a couple of problems, then looked at one and started whining about how she couldn’t do it. I got snarky. She got whinier. I got snarkier. She got hysterical. OmegaDad emerged from the bathroom. It escalated.
I ended up shouting loudly at OmegaDad for quite a bit, then storming out of the house.
I found myself at a local bookstore-cum-coffeehouse. I bought a book. I got myself a hazelnut mocha. I got a slice of key lime pie.
While I was eating it, I began to cry.
Because, you see, key lime pie was Mom’s favorite type of pie. And today is her birthday. And she’s not here. And it just sucks in general.