Ah, yes. Another Monday that starts with an 8am doctor appointment. To be honest, most days lately begin this way. Such is the life when you have 3 special needs kids, I suppose.
Mondays are typically my busiest day of the week, with constant driving and appointments and back and forth…but they always end in therapy (my own). And that’s not a bad way to end these days a complete and utter chaos.
The past few weeks have been…rough. That’s no secret. But I do think things are starting to ease up. As fun as it was having my parents come to therapy with me over the course of the past few weeks, I’m glad to be going by myself today. There’s no shortage of things I need to get off my chest.
The weather today is perfect for my mood. And it’s my favorite kind of day. Kind of dark out, a little gloomy, not exactly raining, but there’s a chance. I appreciate the break from the billion degree days that we usually have here.
I don’t know what tomorrow will hold. We never know what the future will hold, but especially a day like tomorrow. Where it seems like you’re deciding the future for your child. It’s a lot. It’s a heavy burden.
As hard as it is, I’m trying to stay in the moment. I’m trying to not let the anxieties of the future weigh me down. That’s about a million times easier said than done of course, but it’s a good thing to work towards.
Like I said yesterday, it’s all about finding the small wins. Today, the weather, it’s my small win.
Hey, maybe it’ll even rain while I’m in therapy tonight. Extraordinarily unlikely, given our curse and track record…but one can hope.