Day 5 was apparently meant to be the "Day of Tears". Even as my husband returned to us I could not stop the crying. In fact, it seemed to get worse in his presence. It was the "I feel safe with you so I'm really gona let it all go now" thing.
I got the kids to sleep (more crying), had some food (cried while I made that), endured my husband's sweet questions "Why are you crying? Do you need to talk to somebody? Have you been taking your pills?" My simple answer was "I need sleep."
And sleep I did. I had a hard time falling asleep. But in the morning, at 6:45am (Curse You DST!!), when my kiddos got up, I had no problem holding my husband to his promise of the night before and sent him and the kids out for some *just me* sleep time. It was lovely.
I am not crying today. I am not a big mess of snot and tears wadded up into a rag on the floor. My head is pretty clear. When the kids do cute things, well, I see cute! I am not annoyed at every little thing. Life is good.
Now hubby and I just need to find some *us* time - if ya know what I mean. ;)