Sometimes, I Panic

We all panic sometimes. Today I panicked. Panicked about our new house. Panicked that no body loved me. Panicked that I'm driving across many states alone with the baby. Then I saw some old friends and their super cute nuggets for lunch. Then, I bothered Christina at work. Upon our departure, I let the baby lock himself in the car in 110 degree heat and convinced him to open the door while on a stranger's telephone to the fire department. I could see a large metal rod across the street and was preparing myself to grab it a break a window. It's good that Max is smarter than I am. He had a big laugh over the whole thing. I needed to be tranquilized with a dart. Instead, we went to visit my friend Amy, my little sunshine when the world gets dreary. Then, I passive aggressively purchased those shoes that have toes in them because Mr. Newsfeed hates them with the fire of a thousand suns. BTW, my feet feel awesome in them and I think they help my back.

 So, that's why you don't have pictures of Max putting his little car together yet.

 Except this one.

 But it's also why I'm so, so greatful to have the most wonderful amazing friends ever. EVER. I absolutely do not deserve them, but I'm glad they continually see fit to ignore this fact. There's so little in life that means as much as a sincere hug from the people who love you on a terrible day.