It pretty much sums up life at that particular juncture.
The day before I was freaking out. It had been raining for four days straight. I hadn't left the house. I had barely showered. There were book edits to finish, the house was filthy, and Jane's colic seemed to have reached a crescendo.
My parents called and said, "Come home to stay for a while. Dad will come get you."
They didn't have to offer twice.
So I went home. I got out off the car, screaming daughter in hand, and suddenly there were six hands instead of just my two. Life slowed down. I calmed down. Jane calmed down. It was a week of pure bliss. The book edits got finished. Dad and I walked by the river. We went out to lunch. I even went to an antique store.
And now that I'm home looking at this picture, it seems like it was taken ages ago.
Don't get me wrong. It's still hard. But I'm in a much better place. I'm back on my feet. And Jane seems happier as well. A little less fussy. Today she gave me a big toothless grin while I was changing her diaper.
Sometimes all we need is a little help from the people who love us.
I love you Mom and Dad.