When the very first thing out of your mouth as soon as your eyes pop open at 6am is “what’s that smell”…you just know that you’re about to have a bad day. A very bad day.
Turns out, “that smell” was nail polish. A lot of it.
My 2 older kids, who very unfortunately share a room right now, managed to get into a box of nail polish, and paint their damn room with it at 5am.
And then, seemingly proceeding to “clean it up” with a thing of wipes. Cool. Cool, cool, cool.
Yeah. This wasn’t the post I wanted to right this morning. And the HEADACHE I have from this extremely potent smell…it’s no joke. They must’ve gotten into the nail polish remover too, because it smells strong enough to where it actually feels harmful to breathe.
This is NOT a small house (7 people live here, so it can’t be), and our bedroom is not close to theirs. And the smell is actually shockingly overpowering.
Moving on…..
I’ve been feeling pretty rough lately. Physically, emotionally, just a bit…rough. I’m trying to drink less, and have been doing somewhat well with it. I’ve managed to cut back by a solid 2.5-3 ounces at night, and that was insanely hard to do. Granted. I increased it by at least that much when my husband was gone, so I’m really just trying to get back to my baseline.
I’ve just been doing my best to hang in there. One of my good friends, who I met from blogging, sent me a book a few weeks ago when my husband was away. I’ve been working my way through it, and it’s definitely been helpful. It’s about finding home within yourself, which is exactly what I need to learn how to do. (So, thank you again for that!)
The very last thing I said before we went to bed last night was “thank god I have therapy tomorrow”.
I’ve been feeling my feelings, and specifically working through a lot of adoption related feelings. And that’s just…so hard. I
had a night full of nightmares, once again.
Then this morning happened. And once again, I found myself saying “thank god I have therapy tonight”.
I swear. Sometimes I think it’s the only thing that keeps me sane. Even if it doesn’t always go the way that I hope it does.
I’ll leave you with a cute video, because it would just be wrong not to. And I’m a kind and loving individual.