Last week I had finally reached it. “It” being my breaking point.
First I was sick. And then Aliza had her first encounter with a bug. Not a pillbug or a ladybug but a stomach bug. Or at least that’s what the Google said it was. Oh and my car battery went kaput.
So we spent about three weeks in near isolation, being sick, then being too weak to do too much. And after three weeks of living life inside of my house, save the brave excursion to the mailbox and back, I was absolutely spent. I had reached a point where I was barely enjoying my baby, feeling fed up with my husband and so lonely that I couldn’t even reach out to the friends I do have.
The isolation was soul crushing.
Eventually our bodies healed, the car battery was re-charged and despite dreading the drive and feeling ambivalent about going anywhere (at best) we finally made the trek to San Francisco this past weekend.
And this trip was all about re-fueling…
After re-fueling my tummy, (check out those crepes by Shrimpaholic)
climbing the impossible streets of San Francisco and seeing friends and family, I finally felt my spirit tank re-fuel too.
As for these two…
Who can stay fed up with them for too long? Certainly not me.