When Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy

That old saw is amusing until you try to say it to an overtired, grumpy mama; then watch out! It's funny how other people's quirks can be so annoying when I'm the one with the real issue.

When Ian finally got home from work today, we couldn't have been more grateful. Finally, a beam of sunlight joining us at the dinner table. A chance at levity. Smiles. Nora's sniffles could stop getting her down for a bit, and Fiona could rise from beneath her mother's horrible raincloud to laugh a little. It was good.

My eyelids are twitching from lack of sleep even as I write this post and search for a photo to add, so this one will be short. And relatively sweet. Goodnight.