Some days are just too much. This is what I found myself thinking today. It was a day of tending to a sick daughter without the help of a husband because he was also sick. It meant absolutely nothing was getting checked off my to-do list. But the worst, to me, was that I was finding rest by napping in spurts at various locations of the house. Getting woken up with complaints of discomfort each time I started to drift into deeper sleep was painful.  I had cancelled and rescheduled appointments that were going to be missed, which felt like two steps forward, one step back. I still needed to take the healthy daughter to her physical therapy appointment after school. Then, after helping her to change from her work clothes, attend a fundraiser together. I started to feel cranky and irritated. It brought back a vivid memory... A decade ago I had another moment where things were most certainly too much.  One day, as I hurriedly attempted to make it to one daughter's tennis match, I discovered that the van lift had stopped working. Now please understand, just a few hours earlier I Continue Reading