Sometimes it's worth it?

Today was one of "those" days. Jasin came home Friday night, and we were all so happy to have him home. Saturday we started off with a big breakfast, and the rest of the day running errands, before I had to go to work. This morning dawned, and it was a rush, to get the girls off to Sunday school, get in the shower, and get ready for work. Jasin was up in the air, about going back to the Academy. The homesickness really gets him, and leaving is really hard on everyone. (Side note here... The other night he called in the middle of absolute chaos. The kids were fighting, the family room was well on the way to utter destruction, the dog was barking, and Lexi ahd just broken the wall heater. Jasin mourned how he missed the kids SOOO much. "WHY?!" I snapped.) But, all in all, I was proud of how smoothly things had gone last week while he was away. I had kept up on everything, laundry, housework, dishes, homework - kinda- and I thought I really could do this.
Today, I came home from work, totaly worn out, and hurting in more places than anyone not run over by a truck should hurt. Jasin had left for Albany already, and the poor sitter was here. In the two and a half hours since Jasin had left, Joe had come down with a stomach issue, and was sleeping in his bed. An hour and a half before bedtime... Down he came, as I gazed around the home that had been clean, when I had last viewed it Friday. It was a mess. Dishes, laundry, toys. Joe climbed into my lap. He was soaked. This child who NEVER wets the bed . Nice. The sitter left, after promising to be back at 6:00 AM tomorrow, so I can get to the hospital for clinical, and costing me every cent I had made today and then some, and things just slid downhill from there. If it could happen; it did. Within an hour of being home, I just wanted to sit down and give up. There was NO WAY I can do this. I wanted to call Jasin, be "That" wife, and demand he come home this minute. I wanted to be immature and whiney and selfish and just go to sleep.
Joe snuggled up to me, laid his head on my shoulder, and said, "I'm so glad you love me, Mom." Well. It took a 4 year old, to make me grow up!
That off my shoulders, I have to go get all their stuff and my stuff ready to go for tomorrow morning. My clinical bag needs to be ready. SO... Goodnight.