So after another awesomely bad day at work, I picked Sophie up. She was thrilled to see me. She smiled and waived and waited patiently for me to gather her belongings before whisking her away to the house. While Wesley and I discussed all of the sordid details of my terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day, I was interrupted by Vic, who wanted to show me her portrait of me:
She made mention of the picture having a frowny face. I asked why, and sensing that this bothered me, she quickly changed her mind and said I was smiling. Then shortly after, Trevor interruped by begging me to look at the city he created with blocks:
And, shortly after that, Sophie woke up from her cat nap to suck down a bottle, all the while, staring into my eyes and smiling. So, I was once again reminded that it doesn't matter what happens from 8-5 every day. I'm someone's mom. I'm 3 people's mom. And, they love me, and to them, I'm perfect. So, I will continue to deal with my current situation, because it allows me to be an awesome mom and to provide them with opportunities we otherwise couldn't afford. Hopefully a better opportunity will come along soon, but until then, I'll muddle through each day, knowing that my 3 biggest fans await me every evening, ready to release me from the daily stresses that prove to be so unimportant in the end.