There is nothing more heartbreaking then your two-year-old saying "Bye Mama" on her way to the ER.
It has been one of those weeks.
The Little Lady is at the ER with her father, she has croup and her breathing has been labored and here I sit, waiting for any information to come my way and feeling like I should be there, while knowing she is in totally capable hands and that I need to be here for the Lady and QT.
It did make me feel a little better when she requested that she wear her Twinkle Toes to the hospital, but not much.
I think that what I have realized in the past few weeks is that as hard as I strive to find that balance in my life that sometimes things just suck, and in these times of imbalance, I have to figure out how to make it work anyway.