A rough day of sorts

I can start to feel it now. The pressure. The calendar inching closer to my due date. The stress. It could be partially not having had a good night sleep in quite some time. Today I had a breakdown moment. It happened after I clogged up our toilet. And yes, I do not have any idea how to unclog a toilet. Well, I have the internet. And You Tube. I can figure this out, I tell myself. I watched a couple of videos on the internet and try to attempt to recreate them. And of course, it doesn't work. The toilet water is going higher and higher (this is of course after my husband spent the evening mopping our tile floors, including cleaning the downstairs bathroom after working all day) and I just look at the toilet thinking that it's not going to do what I think it may do. And it doesn't. There is a God. And of course my 2.5 year old son is looking, wondering what is his mommy doing. So I call my mom. My mom tells me to pour Dawn dish soap down the toilet, use something to try to unclog that I no longer want like cardboard, and to leave my hand on the toilet handle. I'm trying to have this conversation with my loud 2.5 year old in the background who wants me to do something else than try to figure out the toilet. So I tell her that I've never heard of such a thing, so I look it up on You Tube. And well, there was such a thing. I thought she was crazy and my aunt was crazy who suggested it. And so I squirt Dawn down the toilet wondering if I'm going to end up wih a soapy, crappy mess. Quite literally. And then I kept plunging...and well, it unclogged! A victory...I felt triumphant. After a rough morning...where my son cried when I went to get my green tea when I told him that he had to start feeding himself. When I put him in timeout for pinching me and I warned him that if he did it again, he was going back to timeout. He pinched me again. And the night was rough-he ended up sleeping with us, meaning that hubby and I didn't get much sleep. And well, do you ever just have a day? Where you can't see the light at the end of the tunnel...instead the light is going further away? That's how I felt...thinking about all that I need to do. Find a pre-school, get son potty trained, get him transitioned to a new room, a new bed when he doesn't stay in the one that he has. Wondering how I'm going to handle two when oldest child keeps saying that he doesn't want a brother...wondering if I'm heading for another bout of post-partum depression, wondering if I'm doomed to fail at breastfeeding again. These are all things on my mind today as I prepare. And I'm usually not like that at all. I'm pretty optimistic, very upbeat. But I guess today...maybe it's hormones or maybe a lack of sleep. But unclogging the toilet somehow let me know that I can do it, I can be okay.