Maryanne wasn't sure why exactly but it made her feel a little better. "Maybe we're lucky in our picks then. I don't know what I would have done without Daryl while it seemed like he was getting colic." He being the baby of course. What would it be like if a grown man got it? She didn't even want to fathom that thought.
Her lips twitched in a bit of a pout. Was that it? Was she anxious? Maybe it was. Maybe she was worried about every little thing, where Daryl just did what needed to be done. He didn't complain, he just... did. Maryanne only nodded in agreement. That had to be it.
That was what caused her to slump. Could she step back? Could she let it be someone else? "Who's going to stand up and say 'You can't do that' when someone else threatens to kill someone else? When..." Maryanne made a frustrated grunt in the back of her throat. "It's like it's not enough that I slave away, trying to make sure everybody is eating right. That I put my life on a back burner so that they don't starve." She would have run her hand through her hair had they not been full. "Why can't they be the grown ups for a little bit and just let me be a fucking Mother, for crying out loud." To just be glad that Daryl was there. She hadn't had five minutes to do that either, since after he'd got there.
When Tim whimpered she brought him up to her shoulder and began to stroke his back. She knew it was her frustration he was feeding off of at that moment. "It's like one crisis after another. And they haven't got sense enough to handle it on their own without being a bunch of children about it." And she wasn't talking about the kids in particular.