The Cry Threshold

I have noticed that since I had Tate and we moved back home and in all that has happened in the last 8 months. . . that on many (most?) days I predictably experience an emotional apex. I call this my cry threshold. Most days I reach it around 9:30 or 10 pm, after all of the day has taken it's toll; when I'm weary and lonely (and there is still so much undone!)and all of a sudden feeling very, very sad. This cry threshold has become a barometer for me of my exhaustion and emotional health. On days when I feel this rush of sadness and weariness at 7pm instead of 10pm. . . I need to give myself a bit of a break. It's a sign to go to bed, to pray and journal and rest.

So, it's probably not very good that today I met my cry threshold at 10am. Keep in mind that I am newly back from Phoenix (yesterday afternoon). It was a great trip, but it wasn't restful (especially with a baby who didn't sleep well). I am weary and it's Monday. There is way too much to do and after three loads of laundry, lots of dirty dishes, disciplining of children, nursing. . . well, normal life. . . then I heard dripping in the kitchen.

Braden warned me that he thought our roof may be leaking. This is the kind of thing you find out in the spring when it starts raining and continues for days. It's not the kind of thing you really want to find out at all. Our office has some kind of a leak, and so does our basement. . . but not the kitchen.

Today is Livia's birthday. She is three and oh, so Livia. (I love her!!) When I called the children down to Bible time I didn't know that Livia had been washing her hands. (read: using up ALL the soap and running the water nearly full blast) The drip drip dripping in the kitchen was water running from the upstairs bathroom down through the ceiling and the light fixture, through the floor, and into the basement. (Does this remind you of anything else you've read on my blog?!)

10am Monday. Cry Threshold.