By the time Shane got home my nerves were shot and I was on the brink of an extreme meltdown. It was borderline panic attack. You know when your heart won't start racing and your hands are shaking? Yep that was me. So w twenty minutes before our homegroup was suppose to arrive I took Ellie upstairs, turned off the lights, played the lullaby CD, and rocked her. Oh and I had a good cry too. I forced myself to pray for her: her teeth, her future, good sleep. Anything I could think of to take the focus off of the bad.
Although I looked a hot mess, I was able to put her to bed (at 6:15!), go downstairs, and enjoy the evening with friends. It ended up a night of encouragement, despite the runny mascara and red eyes!
