A day in which I cut 100 nails (50 fingers & 50 toes) means that I've not just taken care of my family, but myself too.
This is a good thing.
This is the first day that has felt somewhat "normal" in the sense that 1) the kids did the normal kid thing (went to school), and 2) I did the normal mom thing - shopped at the market, planned meals for the week and puttered around the house. It's good to be back.
Gives me hope that normal exists over here. May even be sooner than later.