I think my Personal Assistant knows I am stressed.
He rubbed my back today when I burst into tears after the latest bit of "Not terrible, just terribly inconvenient" news and said, "I think you are just having a frustrating day Mommy." Poor kid. He is two-and-a-half and already doomed to a life of unrequited empathy.
A few days ago, when he wasn't feeling well, he curled up in my lap, worried about the dogs barking down the street. They sounded "scary".
So I did the only logical thing I could think of: I translated the conversation for him.
"So the first dog says ,'HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! Wanna play?'
And the second dog says, 'YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! I wanna play.'
And then the first dog says, 'LETS PLAY BALL!'
And the second dog says, 'SQUIRREL!' " and I jerked my head away.
We both fell apart laughing. We've been telling and re-telling it at each other's low moments all week.
Sometimes you just need a joke.