A Tough Day

This was a tough day. Even though it was a Saturday, it seems that all we did was work all day. The baby woke up at 4:30 this morning. The husband was kind enough to get up with her and let me sleep a few extra hours. He had to be at the workplace at 8am to meet some guys who were dropping off cameras. He was home by 9:30 am, but then we experienced a maintenance emergency at the apartment complex we manage. We barely had time to go out and have an enjoyable lunch. We would normally be out hitting the yard sales this morning but it was another unlucky rainy Saturday here in California.
After lunch we returned home to face the remainder of the maintenance emergency. Hubby also decided to fix the toilet float in our bathroom, and while in the process the toilet overflowed. Fortunately, it was clear water and no yucky toilet stuff. In the process of soaking up the water, we started snapping at each other and then the baby started crying. I am certain that she could sense our tension. It made me feel so bad!
Being a parent is such a trip. Even after four months, it still amazes me that they can send you home with one of those things and no instructions. Shouldn't everyone who has a kid have to take some sort of state-board exam or get a "good parent" license or something? No wonder there are so many messed up people in the world!
She is so pure and innocent that it breaks my heart. Babies are the loudest lobbyists for miracles that exist in the world. If something so wonderfully bright can exist in this world which is composed of so much suffering, then there will always be hope. Is that too much pressure for all the little babes of the world to live under?