Now that I’ve had a bath, am in comfy pj’s, and my hands have stopped shaking, I am able to type and tell you why today sucked so hard.
I mean, I did get a space turtle, but I’m skipping ahead.
We planned a day to play hooky with my daughter and go down to Chicago to the Museum of Science and Industry. It was supposed to be fun. I love science. Hands on science is even better!
Oh, but the people. The crushing waves of people. Most of them weren’t even adults. Lines of children in matching colors and adults herding them around to the plethora of bright lights and flashing buttons.
My anxiety skyrocketing. Hard to breathe, heart pounding, fear rolling through me like a tsunami. No immediate danger, but it felt like the train I rode down there was barreling towards me while I was tied to the rails like a damsel in a bad western.
But there was no train, just the kids and the science.
I wanted to enjoy it. I really did. I wanted to push all the buttons and share my love of science with my daughter.
I just couldn’t.
To try to make myself feel better, I bought a 50% off space turtle. It didn’t work. I spent the entire train ride home curled up to my husband and wanting to apologize over and over for not loving family time and being able to be the mom and wife that I should have been.
I’m “safe” at home now, but the lingering exhaustion is making me want to go to bed early. I probably will.
Dodging trains and finding space turtles is exhausting.