A few months ago, I hit the wall and became pretty deep-down depressed. It was around the time we would have been having another baby and I hit a wall. I lost my energy. I didn't want to leave the house or do much with keeping up with it. I didn't recognize it at the time, but I was really struggling. It was so bad that I couldn't muster up the drive to return books to the library- on our same block. That bad. I racked up some pretty nasty overdue fines.
Fortunately, my guys are pretty forgiving. Stinky was pretty content to play around me as I moped, and WBH took care of a lot of things- cooking, cleaning. I'm so grateful for my patient guys. This weekend, WBH came home and handed me a slip of paper. The receipt for my fines that he had just paid off. Man, I love this guy.