This is a giant mask that E made earlier in the summer. It hangs on her doorway, and I stare at it each night as I’m falling asleep. Why, you ask, do I stare at something on her door as I’m falling asleep? Well, it’s because I’m sleeping in E’s bed, F is sleeping on her crib mattress on the floor of E’s room, E’s sleeping in my spot in my bed next to M who is hardly sleeping at all (like the rest of us). Let’s just call it the perfect storm of sickness, emergency home repair, an enormous to-do list, stressful jobs and the summer from hell, and leave it at that.
At least I have this mask to gaze at and remind myself that no matter how bad it gets, I don’t look quite as crazy as this lady.